MOB Freestyle
    (专辑: Free Crack 4 - 2017)
    
    Yeah I'm M.O.B, look   Say they let me in the 
club, through the 
back, with the 
strap  All these strippers on my dick because a 
younging got them racks  Hell yeah, I 
move the 
pack  Hell yeah, I 
keep a 
gat  Hell nah, I 
won't snitch  And I 
prolly fucked your bitch  And they know I 
keep it cool  But they know that I 
switch  And they know I'm M.O.B  Put my money over chicks  Niggas got them hands out, so I 
told 'em "suck a 
dick"  I 
can never get extorted, bitch I'm dying for this shit  In the 
field, put my life all in them lines for them shit  Niggas claiming that they real, but be lying in this shit  I 
be getting to the 
guap, got no time for a 
bitch  Is you fucking me or not?  My favourite line for a 
bitch  My young nigga savage, my gun automatic  If you want the 
static, it's free, you can have it  Please do not get me confused with this rapping  This sum cleaning you know what's happening  I 
came home from trapping, all of my hittas they slow  All of my hittas on gold, keep them a 
rachet  And I 
ain't talkin about hoes  Pull up and pop at the 
shows  Let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now  Used to tote them.38s, its 50 shots.45s now  Used to shoot them hoops, we shooting pistols, niggas die now  Snub nose, 5 
shots it's drums in them 9's now   Say they wonder how I'm bleeding, disrespect I 
leave 'em  Partner hating on me, I 
say "Fuck 'em, I 
don't need 'em"  She wanna fuck on a 
demon, she wanna swallow my semen  She wanna chill with the 
gang now, she might just let the 
whole team in  Leave the 
bitch feening, she might just never see me again  And I 
just gave my lil' brother a 
bar, he the 
lord that he free again  Free the 
gorillas but keep all the 
rats  I 
love all my killers, I 
give em the 
gas  She acting boujee, get hit from the 
back  Now back to the 
money, bitch get out the 
trap   M.O.B, yeah I'm M.O.B  M.O.B., bitch I'm M.O.B  Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy  M.O.B., yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy  Look, I 
say, yeah I'm M.O.B  M.O.B., bitch I'm M.O.B  Yeah I'm M.O.B., M.O.B  Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy  Look, I 
say, yeah I'm M.O.B.,  Ayy look   Bitch I'm Fendi rocker, Chiraq pistol popper  Bitch I'm with the 
drama, 100 clip off in that chopper  Watching for the 
anacondas  No revolver, we not ducking problems  Bitch I'm with the 
shit, see my opps then we gon' hit  Never went out like a 
bitch  Yolo, hop out the 
whip and I'm dolo  No of these niggas want no smoke  My hittas loco  We get that pipe out of bolo  We get hit with the 
four four  That's how we coming, catch me with all of my youngins  Every car got like a 
hunnid, lil' niggas gunning  You wanna get into sum, like Andre, my little niggas drumming   Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, look  And they know I'm M.O.B  Ayy, ayy I 
said they know I'm M.O.B. ayy