Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Mob, artist - Joe Blow
Date of issue: 18.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
One Mob |
At least eleven people were gunned down in what has been an incredibly violent |
three days across the bay area |
Police say a triple shooting yesterday in San Francisco |
Three men were found shot to death today |
And in Oakland six people were murdered since Saturday. |
Police are trying to |
figure out if any of these crimes are related |
Five shootings in the past twenty-four hours, have left one person dead |
It was a bloody weekend in Oakland where violence claimed the lives of at least |
four people and brought the total homicides for the year to 101 |
I’m really stripping shit |
Really bare-facing shit |
When I shot my first nigga, I was loving it |
You a sucker bitch |
In the house tucking shit |
Me and my niggas, on the block and we loving it |
I’m getting money out the pack bitch |
Riding 'round town yeah with that thirty on strap shit |
More than one hustle, like HD |
Riding 'round with the Sig, or the XD |
On my hip is a G man bitch |
The whole hood riding 'round talking free Bands bitch |
Shout out Blood, and my nigga Philthy Rich |
Can’t forget JA, my nigga fifty states |
I’m trynna touch fifty states with the loud pack |
Get in the way of that, and get yo ass stamped |
Me and my niggas, we laid the whole spot down |
And left out the bitch, with like sixty-five pounds |
Yeah, they call me Lil AJ |
I’m riding 'round in the hood with the baby AK (smack, smack) |
Blow |
Check a real nigga out |
Sliding through the East, Glock on my lap |
With my bare-face niggas so I don’t need a mask |
Money over bitches so I only need her pass |
And you know I’m pushing coke so I don’t really need her ass |
Posted on the block got the chopper by the trash |
Hit a fence and a gate every time I see the task |
Sliding through my block, gon' be leaving in a bag |
And I’ll put my hammer down and still beat a nigga ass |
These niggas is suckas |
And I put that on my mother |
My niggas is Mob, cause them my other brothers |
I’m ready to slide on niggas fucking with the hustle |
And I came with thirty, but all I needed was a dozen |
Just ask my little cousin bruh, I been with the shit |
And you know the forty on me and I extended the clip |
This niggas up in love but I’m sending this bitch |
And I’m respecting every corner that I bend in the whip |
Ay yo I rock to the neck |
With the chop to the neck |
Catch a nigga selling crack on his block to the neck |
Have his momma sitting on a bitch to the neck |
While the preacher talking all that punk shit to the neck |
Nigga it’s the Mob |
It’s only One Mob |
It’s Husalah, Husalah |
Still killing and rob |
Bust a nigga head like a watermelon |
When the bitches on my dick, suck me up, niggas telling |
That’s why I stay, mobbing in my drop top |
Wit' a long chop |
Lil' hand thang |
I told the bitch, to gimme a lil' head bitch |
And at the same time bring a lil' bread bitch |
You niggas touch kissing bitches |
While I’m in the kitchen whipping |
Gettin' richer and richer |
With this big thang |
But niggas switching up |
That’s why this big thang |
Got two switches on the side |
Hitting niggas up |
That’s one, three shot burst in this fully |
You want no funk nigga cause I’m coming fully |
Prepared |
Niggas scared |
Niggas better go to church |
Talking with that punk shit, I’m a wipe your whole turf |
Down, and make that shit silent |
When you funking with the Mob nigga, it get violent |
While you niggas on the net pushing on keyboards |
I got this long thang mobbing, it’s the Mob boy |
Standing on Sem, a hundred thousand in diamonds |
Same block that a nigga used to nickel and dime in |
Pockets full of new money |
All these foreigns do two hundred |
Can’t sleep, paranoid, the mattress stuffed with two hundred |
These red bottoms that I’m rocking size forty-five |
Nigga better know I’m rocking with this forty-five |
Look my killer in his eye before he take my life |
Double back on his ass, a nigga make it through the night |
Fast ass rapping get you gunned down faster |
We on five nine have it done before he hit |
Young Philthy out hustling blow |
I was really outside with them customers hoe |
Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see |
In the kitchen remixing turning one, two, three |
Two shooters with me now but there’s usually three |
Nigga I was a V you were |