Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Mobb , by - French Montana. Song from the album Mac and Cheese, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.08.2017
Record label: Platinum Town
Song language: English
We Mobb |
| These old niggas dead bring the forks out |
| Montana Josh Smith With The Hawks Out |
| Swiss cheese on him |
| I’ll Japan flag ya head red beams on em white sheets on him |
| It’s hell on earth |
| God gon' help you nigga help yourself first |
| Fuck forbes only thing workin for us |
| Cut the middle man out and deal straight with the source |
| I’ve been gone for a second street miss a nigga |
| Broke with a swag? |
| or corny rich nigga? |
| Need a fix nigga, got that white girl nigga A1, New whip, white bitch credit A1 |
| This be the lock out take one |
| Chorus |
| I just met a new connect, ain’t no stopping me, I’m the prodigy |
| And if you try to stop me, disrespect me |
| Then my young boys, they gonna cause havoc |
| We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep |
| We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep |
| We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep |
| We mob when we deep, we mob when we deep |
| Chorus |
| Verse 2 |
| I met this girl in new york, say she from Lefrak |
| Pussy nigga callin say he want his shit back |
| My reply back you kno how it goes |
| Shawty kick a door ive got robbed before, (FLOCKA!) |
| Then I bounce back cooking lyrical crack |
| All you niggas ass cheek you run with a sheep pack (BAAAA) |
| Never been the one to talk I white sheet dat |
| Turn my back pulled down my B hat Bllaaattt (sooo Woooop) |
| This can’t be life, I used to be a backseat driver |
| Now I’m riding in the Maybach |
| Couple of old friends trying to discredit me |
| I put on for this G-Shit honor me |
| Chorus |
| Verse 3 |
| Heart of a lion Body of a Boxer |
| Mind of a criminal who just got out the box |
| Quality 16, dopamine flow, bottle pop rap pills and moscato |
| So many songs I got thousands kid |
| Yeah your hard drive gonna need a thousand gigs |
| Feet up, VIP, lounging, bitch way I deal, not real, he’s counterfeit |
| Get you a infamous empire state boy |
| The real thing are we, no joke, I’m no toy |
| The most inglorious, notorious bastard |
| Don P, flocka and montana shit (Bow! Bow! Bow!) |