GAZA ft. Mobbs Radical & $lothboi Lyrics

Another fucking day

It's Mobby season bitch!

Everyday the same

Filthy Cult

Fuck twelve

I body what I touch!

And fuck you too

Pull up with the gang and we leaving him slaughtered

I don't want your pleas ion fuck with your offers

Sloth got the wine that he stole from your casa, on god I'm on the one gonna blow like I'm Gaza

Smoking and drinking don't fuck with you cretins

If you got a problem you cry to your god

I need him gone like that boy is some clearance

You say you gonna kill me so why ain't I gone?

Stomp on his face and I bury him

Mobbs, Sloth, and Baby we look the minutemen

Shining so bright bitch I'm radiant

Don't care for the dissing on god I'm not listening

You said u gonna pull up I'm sitting here

That boy didn't show up I guess that fear got to him

Bitch you a bitch be obedient

He think we don't know that he side with the opposite

I don't know stop bitch I only know go

Driving my auto right into your zone

I put a tracker inside of your phone so you internet talking but I'm at your home

Bottle of henny a bottle of gin

Skirt off in the whip with the black window tint

I got some enemies I got some friends some that gonna love me and some that pretend

I'm Afraid!

Don't be afraid

No

Be afraid, be very afraid

Desolation is key

My hip two guns no safe on me

Got to roll my weed in a fronto leaf

Drift off Zen mode like a bonsai tree

Black screen the static front face with god

Flesh bone and all gone rip it off

Ray gun with a pack a punch

I might blast em' up you gone know the Mobb

We gonna kill them all

Pockets too fat all I'm hearing Ka Ching

I think that I'm writing a death note

The darkest of winter and hell of a spring

Too busy I'm grinding to flex though

Full siege all rise when I close my eyes

Every night I sleep is a night I die

In a hellcat bitch I command my shit

Living way too fast all the time gone by

I'm dead

(Sloth are you okay?)

I body what I touch

Count on me to fuck it up

Boy we ain't the same

We in different lanes

While you smoking Kush

I was riding trains

I was dead broke off the percs hoe

Robbin joints picking locks yo

This is real shit I ain't cap bitch

I'm the $LOTHBOI and I crossed toys

I done it all been through the fuck shit

Ran from the cops to the functions

I seen people die with my own fucking eyes

Fuck I made through all this dysfunction

The bunk shit

Took my brothers live

You a pussy gripping on a forty-five

I be forty deep so I'm swinging wide

I might beat you down till you fucking cry

Leaning over I'm so fucking high

Climbing roofs and I'm afraid of heights

Riding trains that's the thrill in life

Doing stupid shit till the day I die

Yuh

Give me a reason

Bitch I riding with demons

Holding em' back till these chains fucking snap

Then I body your shit like I bodied this track

Facts

Bitch I be packing my bags

Flying to cities just cuz of my raps

Working so hard I ain't sleeping again

I create till I die bitch I want this my end