Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
Uh, uh-huh
Uh, uh-huh
I call it like I see it, keep my word, dog
You ain't had to get it out the dirt, dog
Rock a lot of ice, I think I'm Rick Ross
She think she the shit, but got me pissed off
It's just me and rocket bullets in this bitch
Don't answer to me, just answer to the stick
Bust it all over her mouth and in her lip, huh?
Two years sleepin' on a lil' coach, a nigga rich, huh?
Head dada, we done caught up with your bitch, huh?
Main partner, he low down, he'll strip somethin'
I want money out this rap 'cause it's a lick, huh?
Once you pull up with your bitch, I might just hit somethin'
Rest in peace to all the mob days
I miss Johnny, Larry, Tay Man, and them dog days
Uh-huh, I been bangin' since nine, dog
But 'bout this 21 shit, you know I'm slidin', dog
Boom
(It's a Beat Mob production)
Uh-huh
Black mob soldier Black mob soldier, nigga keep it
Uh-huh
Pulled up to the club, these niggas scared now (Uh-huh)
I got that thing, now who I'm layin' out? (Uh-huh)
Yeah
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