Mob Talk ft. AP3X Lyrics

Ayy, tie his ass up, pour some gas on his face

He thought he was too hot, so he went out in a flame

Bitch, I'm Kweezo Flocka, flockin' at your gang

These dumb rat-ass niggas

Snitchin' ass, tellin' ass niggas man

Kweeze man, We gotta hop on they ass

On my momma, on my son bro

Fuck be wrong with these goofy ass niggas man

Fuck these niggas bro

Come on' Suit up

Turn up, one time

Go head

How to fuck these niggas

Claim they wants some static

We tote automatics bitch

This shit can get real tragic

Yeah, why these niggas actin

Like they ass really havin

I sent Gang to grab him

With no question, they was jackin

Yeah, niggas really bussin

Kweeze finna tweak

I don't want that ho

But she goin' for the team

See, I don't know her name

She fuckin' for the fame

YFE, lil' bitch, young and famous everything

Yeah, all these niggas hoes

They gon' get exposed

Close that back door

For your niggas, snatch your soul

Yeah, what we bout to roll

A woody or a palm

Ion pour no wock

But I am the biggest 4

See, nah, I don't bang

But, bitch, I'm with the gang

I'm good everywhere

Nigga, fuck what you claim

Niggas ain't a hunnid

And niggas really fake

A nigga say he onnat

But he really Tom Hanks

Actin' ass, cappin ass niggas

Actin' ass niggas

What'd you think I am, huh

What'd you think I am

A fuckin' worm like you

I told you, man

I told you

Don't fuck with me

I can't save no hoes

I can't wear no cape

The bitch was really bad

But I still nutted on her face

And on gang niggas bold

But tryna play it safe

Why he got that vest

When I'ma put it to his face

I don't fuck with pigs

I ain't eatin' pork

12 tryna catch a Kweeze

Hoppin' off the porch

I don't fuck with niggas

Niggas really dorks

I be outside smokin' weed on my porch

Mob talk flow

Watch what I say

When it come to snow

Bitch, you know we make it rain

Switches and AK's

I mean glocks and them drakes

When I catch that body

Bitch, you know I'm skippin' states

Ayy, It's just me and bro

Two Glockies and a drake

Pull up, windows down

We sendin' shots through his estate

No you cannot run

No you can't escape

AP Hawk him down

Pussy boy, you get erased

Glizzy by my belt

Glock 40 by my waist

Everywhere I go

Mama know your baby safe

And When I'm doin' shows

Performin' on that stage

Better not nigga try me

I'ma up that bitch and blaze

Ayy, tie his ass up

Pour some gas on his face

He thought he was too hot

So he went out in a flame

Bitch, I'm Kweezo Flocka

Flockin' at ya gang

I'm knockin' off heads

And I be snatchin' niggas chains

I like my bitch bad

That mean ass with a face

She get real nasty

Tryna suck it in the wraith

When I'm rockin' shows

Or fuckin' up the stage

I want my fans jumpin

Cause they feelin' what I say,

Gang