Bands ft. Vic Money Lyrics

Going against the Mob

Ask Shorty what that cash did

That's a bad mistake

Yea that's a bad mistake

It might have you face down laying on the pavement

Yea this All Fades shit

Pockets going through a transformation

Roads trips, got a phd in transportation

I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration

I need my money on the go and no procrastination

Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting

Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated

Yea, going against the mob that's a bad mistake

It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient

Tell em push up smoke bitch I'm wit the mob

Got a bad bitch gone work that job

Young nigga push up hop out rock

Deep in the streets we got it locked

Run up that pape lil bitch can't stop

Know Vic 1B gone keep the glock

Ride with some shit that'll knock off a top

Tell you one time don't play with the mob

Huh, yeah

Let's get to it

Don't talk about the struggle if you ain't been through it

Don't talk about the hit if you didn't do it

Wet up the block my young niggas spin through it

Talk bout the pape well we get the extras

Walk that boy down leave him dead on a stretcher

Callin for smoke it's hot wherever

1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas

1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas

1B the MOB I'm really wit steppas

He want the smoke we hit em wherever

He want the smoke we hit em wherever

Glah glah glah glah

Let's go

Pockets going through a transformation

Roads trips, got a phd in transportation

I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration

I need my money on the go and no procrastination

Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting

Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated

Yea, going against the mob that's a bad mistake

It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient

You with the steppers

Now you in the jungle you with the leopards

We ain't the chasers

This ain't a dream, bitch we the catchers

Over north where the bullets fly

We got blicks like the army rangers

Broad day it leave you traumatized

Gun play from an altercation

Keep an eye on them hater types

Never know how they feel inside

It don't matter how much love show them

They'll turn into the killer type

The same dude you was hanging with

Tried putting him on plenty plays

Be the same one who been plotting on you

Hate it when he see you levitate

Booty thick like a Big Mac

But you can tell she like soul food

Dudes be swearing they run the city

Because they always in Gold Room

We the mob we ain't club hopping

They just standin sofas yea

Blizzy standing on business pussy

Over north where the soldiers at

Pockets going through a transformation

Roads trips, got a phd in transportation

I seen some things that would leave you froze up, no exaggeration

I need my money on the go and no procrastination

Yea I'm coming home I got some bands that's waiting

Lil shorty bad she on my top she acting fascinated

Going against the mob that's a bad mistake

It might have your days numbered like a cancer patient