Let Me Mob Lyrics

Why you up under my dick Why you can't get off of my dick

In let me mob, ho Why you keep jockin' the nip

Why you keep stockin' the pen Don't let me mob, ho

You be houndin' the kid I hold it down with a stick

You run your mouth like a bitch I hunt you down in your whip

Knock a sucker down, let him drown in a six While I jump back in the scrape, nigga, poundin' the shit

Ghost ride the whip, bounce out clappin' his shit

The number one T-Mac, clap for your bitch Shoot strong to the hole, nigga, savage as shit

Flex on a sucker with my ratchet as shit Hit a nigga's pockets, make him come out of his shit

Take a nigga's phone and I call a bitch Make him choose up on the post, nigga, dick

Every day, sad stare, yeah, it's been a new slug I'm just tryna tell you how a nigga grew up

I run a town on the prowl for some new buzz Stick my dick in her mouth, bitch, it kept my loot up

Why you up under my dick Why you can't get off of my dick

Don't let me mob, ho Why you keep jockin' the nip

Why you keep stockin' the pen Don't let me mob, ho

I'm knockin' on hoes, and I'm drivin' them hoes And this shit won't stop even after six in the morning

In the hood with the bitch, and I'm grippin' the pole Little hood to my line, get put on a stroke

Cause a hoe ain't shit without a pimp, you know that Pussy get put on like a throwback

Yeah, punk bitch, it can't hold back Bitch, they want on me, this for show slack

For my project, baby, lookin' like Kodak All Broadway, boy, here we go back

I'm so full, I'm so clean, nigga, in that Weber throwback

Knock him down, leave a fuckboy with toe tag I take the ugliest bitch off of Oakland

Off a trap ass pretty face, bro, bitch Slick clock, nigga, the world's greatest rapper

You ain't know, bitch, I come with them slappers

Why you up under my dick Why you can't get off of my dick

Don't let me mob, ho Why you keep jockin' the nip

Why you keep stockin' the pen Don't let me mob, ho

Yeah, same bitch

Yeah, I'm talkin' bout, get off a nigga dick Get off my dick, oh, bitch

Yeah, I'm talkin' bout wingin' Hell, it's up yonder, my dinger wingin

My momma fall under my stress My nostrils perched, my nigga, you feel me

Man, fuck that nigga, he know I'm stressed

Boy, nigga, I'm on my knees back Yeah, I'm talkin' bout no bitch

Real pimpin' face, nigga, my nuts go All on that nigga, three sets, gang

Hotlands, nigga, we gon' bust these hoes out, baby

Fuck real niggas, this my nigga, this my nigga

Don't fuck with it, nigga