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yung parba and shatismo - rip cbs mob lyrics

(intro)
yung parba:
ay, ay, rip cbs mob

(verses)
yung parba and shatismo
lemme start this off
when i’m on the beat i spit i don’t cough
you wouldn’t know but it takes some sk!ll
i get cold on the mic it’s chill
can’t stop talking bout your booze and pills
get some help from the doctor, phil
buy an off-white shirt i don’t have to steal
poor -ss mob i’ll buy you all a meal
get your life together going downhill
hungover from the last weekend still
this ain’t a joke anymore it’s real
nothing gets to me, stainless steel
i am a god
pull up to the scene and i’m with the squad
d-ck so long like a f-cking tripod
reeling those hoes in, fishing rod

dreema’s like a dream but i’m a nightmare
be anywhere boy i don’t fight fair
god among men so you should say a prayer
stop making beats it’ll save your whole year
more views than “cast aside” one f-cking day
breaking the rules the ref calls foul play
real ones have entered the room so make way
mob cypher was a joke, child’s play
sebbie tried to spit but he couldn’t do it
mob trashes us for no reason i knew it
wasn’t gonna make a track i said screw it
lava comin’ out my mouth and i spew it
who’s on mob cypher 3 can’t even tell
that f-cking trash is autotuned as h-ll
white boys and indians sounding the same
always stay winning but its not a game

i’m just gonna go and say it
your tracks sh-t you tried to spray it
on this beat i’m gonna lay it
don’t want more and you should pray it
harjun giving sucky sucky
on the couch with p-ssy money
shoot that g-y scene nick’s so scrawny
opposite of us we brawny
switch up the melody playin’ the flute
i’m at the top i need a parachute
plateau kings out here defending the throne
giving these doggies the taste of a bone
y’all acting childish we f-ckin’ grown
tearing the scene up like we a cyclone
got some ideas for the mob gravestone
you don’t wanna let me into my zone

you know that i can’t go easy
treat me like i’m f-cking yeezy
cypher 3 was kinda cheesy
that sh-t made me vomit (queasy)
droppin’ new sh-t we like weezy
sc-mbag children they’re so sleazy
in the bathroom smoking breezy
come up so quick you can’t see me
light up the track like a cuban cigar
moving the sh-t like i’m escobar
coming up quick, i’m a superstar
out of this world take a trip to mars
tried dissing us so it’s time for a change
take all my rage and put it on the page
you don’t wanna let me out of my cage
at peace with my body and mind, sage

mob cypher 1 and 2 weren’t even good
suburban schoolboys they tryna’ act hood
vaping is all they do that’s 50 nic
trying to stand tall but really 5’6
jordan black talking bout selling the bricks
only thing whiter than that is his skin
don’t even really care about the clout
anything to get them to shut their mouth
lingering in your thoughts like a memoir
f-ck off my plateau d-ck you’re so bizarre
can’t even rhyme man who the f-ck are you
i’ll admit otb’s better than you
giving each other the cbs slob
you are not balling out go get a job
last thing i can do is make you a promise
you won’t even make it to douglas college

d-mn, they probably really are one inch
yo tanner looks like a parrot
and who the f-ck is t-tan
that wasn’t bad

- yung parba and shatismo lyrics

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