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sob x rbe - mosh pit lyrics

[intro: slimmy b]
n-gga, uh, uh

[chorus: slimmy b]
throw a block party with this chop, get your block lit
b-tch i got the key to the streets like a locksmith
young boss n-gga, only right i got a boss b-tch
fn open up a sucka n-gga like a mosh pit
all them si’s in your chain, them do not hit
water rose about a hundred k that’s for my kit
your b-tch wanna give me head and drink my kids
i told her freaky -ss open up like a mosh pit

[verse 1: slimmy b]
they love a n-gga everywhere i go ’cause i’m wavy
i’m four pockets full like that n-gga lil’ baby
my n-ggas got a real bad name ’cause they janky
i gave a n-gga’s b-tch back today and he thanked me
i’m copping vlone like that sh-t old navy
these n-ggas really love me but be acting like they hate me
free my n-gga meech up out that cage, they tried to hang ’em
rip shied, i’ma pour up four for my baby
amiri’s cost a bag for my -ss and i still sag
i’ll make a b-tch walk the blade ’til her heels bad
lost my n-gga to a sucka n-gga and i’m still mad
put this .40 to a n-gga dome, make ’em feel that
what the f-ck is twenty bands? b-tch i’m getting real cash
n-ggas smoking fake runts, b-tch i’m smoking real gas
rapping ’bout a bag they never had, these n-ggas real cap
ten bands with a gleeky on me and that’s real facts b-tch

[verse 2: daboii]
.22 up in my clip, i cannot rock with nothing less than that
i just taxed a n-gga for an eighth, he had a fm hat
used to be my brother, times have changed plus you ain’t dead at that
just copped the fanta for a buck and threw some meds in that
n-gga you ain’t smoking runtz, that ain’t from lb
sh-t you n-ggas smoking, joke is up, that sh-t is stale weed
dumped the pole up at two sucka n-ggas, now they twelve feet
how the f-ck you loyal to your squad? you on twelve teams
on the road with three drakes in a sprinter van
finna turn a summer vaca into a winter land
i go by daboii but ask my city, b-tch i been a man
all this fish in the sea, who you reeling in?
and i’m the one who call the shots, i’m like the coach’s son
his hand is out, i’m confused, i don’t owe him nothing
why would i let you hit my blunt when you ain’t rolling nothing
he don’t wanna let his b-tch choose, see i’m the chosen one, b-tch

[verse 3: yhung t.o.]
i was chilling at the house and got a call, they on some other sh-t
opps just bent the block guess they ain’t know what they was up against
we don’t never pull nothing less than chop then like a hundred clip
three thirties on them glocks ’cause we strapped up like we the government
we just tried to up score on a sucka, got his brother hit
n-ggas mixing fentanyl in them percs, i knew that wasn’t legit
just tore down a sucka n-gga house f-cked up his mama rent
where i’m from this thugging sh-t so common that it’s common sense
and i turned to a demon when i told my uncle r.i.p
i told my young life k!ll, long as it’s in the name of rbe
them lil’ n-ggas gon’ step, say f-ck the rest and lose it all for me
i had to lead my n-ggas to that bag before we all deceased
you gotta know this sh-t gets tricky, you against me or you with me?
gotta bulletproof the trucks ’cause we most hated in the city
if them sucka n-ggas k!ll me, terrorize ’em ’til you with me
they say god forgive, then i hope he forgive them n-ggas wit’ me
on the gang

- sob x rbe lyrics

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