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shittyboyz - da mob lyrics

[verse 1: trdee]
cruising on the east with the gang and a bad b+tch
and she getting money, she ain’t nothing like my last b+tch
i’ma blame megan, got her thinking she a savage
way before corona, sh+ttyboyz was living lavish
b+tch, i’m with the gang, we do the stepping, ain’t no horse in us
she can act boujee but i bet you that my n+ggas f+cked
[?] on my n+gga stan, keep the weapon tucked
competition? nah, know they n+ggas cannot f+ck with us
you don’t shoot sh+t, you the 12th man
bad b+tch, hit her with the gucci, i’m the belt man
catch a package early, i was dapping up the mailman
baby wanna f+ck, why you got a man then?

[verse 2: babytron]
feel like [?] told his ass don’t worry about it
hundred rounder on the ar, f+ck up thirty houses
august been a motherf+cker, i done blew like thirty thousand
granny asking what that beep is, i think she heard me counting
i might beat yo ass, shoot yo ass, or i might do both
i can call hutch in one cl!ck, you can’t, kudos
always say i’m done scamming then i do two more
feel like [?] just hit chase for a 2+0
me and mike amiri beefing, his jeans too skinny
when i say it’s one tron in me, it ain’t two jimmys
let me see two rats, the ar, it got two mickeys
too dizzy, boy, these turn arounds, they got my crew litty
[verse 3: stanwill]
out of town, catching edds, i know my boo miss me
i can really make the whip transform, now my roof missing
rhinestones on the christian loubs, boy, my shoes glisten
and i’m only riding with the gang, they kept it two fifties
that’s a hundred hundred worth of plastic in this little f+nny
i could punch, slide, and i still might scam a little granny
i just want a m, b+tch, i ain’t tryna win a grammy
big tripping, up in rows? nah, this a different stanley
nike flop, toes hanging out, still could up a dub
i could be up a hundred ms, still bust a jugg
shout+out to my side b+tch, i swipe, yelling f+ck a plug
i’ll do a hundred thousand scams before i touch a drug

[verse 4: trdee]
unc mad as h+ll like, “where my blender at?”
pull my pants down, she was asking where was dinner at
god bless the scams, yeah, yeah, where my sinners at?
i’m in pittsburgh, getting money where the steelers at

[verse 5: babytron]
da, mob, i got ten on me
mlb, swinging sticks, i pray that they don’t tell on me
lil’ b+tch magic, think she put a spell on me
y’all always passing ’round that green pint, y’all the celtics team
[verse 6: stanwill]
i just punched chop, quesadilla, and bahama mama
[?] man tripping, he might f+ck around and rob yo mama
he ain’t rap made ’bout mcqueen but i’m not osama
got the juice, they think that we fam but it is not ohama

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