Mob Rules Lyrics

Brodie hit my phone said he got a play

I'm on the way

Niggas still fryin BOA

Swing me that Chase

Lil bitch want some time out my day

She gon have to chase

Yeah she might be fine

But ion got time

I got racks to make

You niggas still be fuckin up a dime

Please get out the way

49 bitches on my line

They came out the bay

Biggest shark you niggas still in the pond

I'm a tidal wave

I created the wave

They doin what I'm sayin

Bitches sending nudes all the way from Iran

Don't call me gang

I'll slime you out and your man's

Real love

Locked in with the taliban

Don't ever think that you got over cause I let it slide

Them youngins like to spin

Don't get caught up in that homicide

Used to have to have $5 for a fuckin ride

Now it's black trucks when I slide

No Uber ride

Damn homie

What the fuck happened to you

Used to be the man

Now you on a plate like food

Caught him down bad that's yo ass tryna be cool

Bet he won't come around breakin mob rules

Nigga lost his top

Got chopped

Sun roof

Nobody can make it on this block unless I approve

Nobody can make it on this block unless I approve

Nobody can make it on this block unless I approve

Real solid nigga standin on all business

Country bitch

She like to whip it up in the kitchen

Got it out the mud

Baby now I love to glisten

Opps down bad

They ain't got a pot to piss in

You think I'm movin funny

We ain't on the same mission

I gave my hoes a business

How you think they won't miss me

These niggas broke as hell

Eatin plates at Piccadilly's

Runnin up these racks

Police they won't ever get me

Fuckin up a bag

Bitch I done it plenty

I was young in Miami

Wylin like I'm diddy

Lingo how much for you to sign

Smooth quarter milly

You say you love me tatt my name on ya fuckin titty

Big Birkin ain't for fashion

She gon tote the semi

When I fuck her from the front she know not to kiss me

50 foreigns peach pass

Who don't run the city

Makin more than yo dad

I'm yo father figure

Damn homie

What the fuck happened to you

Used to be the man

Now you on a plate like food

Caught him down bad that's yo ass tryna be cool

Bet he won't come around breakin mob rules

Nigga lost his top

Got chopped

Sun roof

Nobody can make it on this block unless I approve

Nobody can make it on this block unless I approve

Nobody can make it on this block unless I approve

Brodie hit my phone said he got a play

I'm on the way

Niggas still fryin BOA

Swing me that Chase

Lil bitch want some time out my day

She gon have to chase