MOB lyrics

[Chorus]
You don't want war 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my n*ggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that b*tch to the Wingstop, I told her to get me some wings with some ranch
.223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like I walked in this b*tch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, Hi-Tec, b*tch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)

[Verse]
Chrome Heart jeans, them b*tches stunt on my leg
Fye, fye, fye, fye, fye, n*gga, fill his whole muhf*ckin' head with lead
Flew the b*tch in then I flew the b*tch back, yeah, the b*tch got to my head
b*tch, leave me alone, I need me some space
Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah)
He tried to reach for my chain and he ended up shot in the face
Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah-yeah
Princess cut diamonds, my teeth, yeah-yeah
I'm in the trap and I'm whippin' the dope up
I put a four in my muhf*ckin' soda

[Chorus]
You don't want war 'cause you never got sticks like branch
All of my n*ggas they slime and they slatt and gon' shoot if you give 'em a chance
I sent that b*tch to the Wingstop, I told her to get me some wings with some ranch
.223 bullets gon' pierce in your skin like I walked in this b*tch with syringe
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah
In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red
All red, Hi-Tec, b*tch
M-O-B, I ain't never gave a f*ck about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo)
[Outro]
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