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lil bibby – mob freestyle lyrics

[intro]
yeah i’m m.o.b, look

[verse 1]
say they let me in the club, through the back, with the strap
all these strippers on my d-ck because a youngin’ got them racks
h-ll yeah, i move the pack
h-ll yeah, i keep a gat
h-ll nah, i won’t snitch
and i prolly f-cked your b-tch
and they know i keep it cool
but they know that i switch
and they know i’m m.o.b
put my money over chicks
n-ggas got they hands out, so i told ’em “suck a d-ck”
i can never get extorted, b-tch i’m dying for this sh-t
in the field, put my life all in them lines for them sh-t
n-ggas claimin’ that they real, but be lying in this sh-t
i be getting to the guap, got no time for a b-tch
is you f-ckin’ me or not?
my favourite line for a b-tch
my young n-gga savage, my gun automatic
if you want the static, it’s free, you can have it
please do not get me confused with this rappin’
dissin’ the king and you know what’ll happen
i came home from trappin’, all of my hittas they slow
all of my hittas on gold, keep them a rachet
and i ain’t talkin about hoes
pull up and pop at the shows
let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now
used to tote them .38s, its 50 shots .45s now
used to shoot them hoops, we shootin’ pistols, n-ggas die now
snub nose, 5 shots it’s drums in them 9’s now

[verse 2]
say they wonder how i’m bleeding, disrespect i leave ’em
partner hating on me, i say “f-ck ’em, i don’t need ’em”
she wanna f-ck on a demon, she wanna swallow my s-m-n
she wanna chill with the gang now, she might just let the whole team in
leave the b-tch feenin’, she might just never see me again
and i just gave my lil’ brother a bar, he the lord that he free again
free the gorillas but keep all the rats
i love all my k!llers , i give em the gas
she acting boujee, get hit from the back
now back to the money, b-tch get out the trap

[bridge]
m.o.b, yeah i’m m.o.b
m.o.b., b-tch i’m m.o.b
yeah i’m m.o.b. ayy
m.o.b., yeah i’m m.o.b. ayy
look, i say, yeah i’m m.o.b
m.o.b., b-tch i’m m.o.b
yeah i’m m.o.b., m.o.b
yeah i’m m.o.b. ayy
look, i say , yeah i’m m.o.b.,
ayy look

[verse 3]
b-tch i’m fendi rocker, chiraq pistol popper
b-tch i’m with the drama, 100 clip off in that chopper
watching for the anacondas
no revolver, we not ducking problems
b-tch i’m with the sh-t, see my opps then we gon’ hit
never went out like a b-tch
yolo, hop out the whip when i’m dolo
no of these n-ggas want no smoke
my hittas loco
we get that pipe out of bolo
playing and get hit with the four four
that’s how we coming, catch me with all of my youngins
every car got like a hunnid, lil’ n-ggas gunnin’
you wanna get into sum, like andre, my little n-ggas drummin’

[outro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, look
and they know i’m m.o.b
ayy, ayy i said they know i’m m.o.b. ayy

- lil bibby lyrics

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