b*tch Mob Anthem lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, wop, wop, swag, swag
Ay, aye, n*gga, b*tch mob in this motha f*cka you feel me?
Tiny pants, n*gga based boys stand up
All the bad b*tches n*gga, aye you feel me?
Everybody in this motha f*cka mane
I need all the bad b*tches to come to the front, n*gga
Pretty boys in this motha f*cka, b*tch mob n*gga throw that sh*t up

[Hook]
b*tch mob, tiny pants I don't give a f*ck
Thirty b*tches on my di*k, n*gga running up
Strapped up with an ak47, b*tch mob till I die
And I go to heaven

[Verse]
f*ck with me b*tch, I done came with the mac 11
On tv and I ain't talkin bout 7th heaven
Young based god, n*gga do what the f*ck I want
20 b*tches over here, 30 b*tches over there
Young based god came strapped with the mac 11
Got the bullet proof vest, still reppin b*tch mob
Tiny shirts, ohmygod, 30 b*tches suck my di*k
Young based god came in and im n*gga rich
Young based god off the wall like a flat screen
b*tch mob n*ggas do things you ain't never seen
b*tch mob n*gga got the K with the 40 round
b*tch mob n*ggas don't write boy, we freestyle
b*tch mob n*ggas gon' salute when you bestfriends
Young based god got two for the fifteen
Young based god got the east oakland harvart
b*tch mob n*ggas f*ck bad ho's in the mouth
b*tch mob n*gga tiny shirts with the AK
Look like obama, but I got a shotgun
b*tch mob n*gga don't care if you racist
b*tch mob n*gga dressin' up like I'm ancient
b*tch mob n*gga, load a clip when I f*ck a b*tch
b*tch mob n*gga, scream b*tch you can suck my di*k
b*tch mob n*ggas load a clip when they f*ck a b*tch
b*tch mob n*ggas scream, "b*tch you can suck my di*k!"
[Bridge]
Aye tiny pants n*gga, whats up n*gga (swag swag swag, b*tchmob)
Tiny pants, my n*gga, you know what it is n*gga, b*tch mob anthem
Lil b in this muh f*cka, Evil Red Flame, never gave a f*ck about nothing bruh
I tell you like this n*gga chorus drop, my n*ggas go crazy you feel me?

[Hook]
b*tch mob, tiny pants I don't give a f*ck
Thirty b*tches on my di*k, n*gga running up
Strapped up with an ak47, b*tch mob till I die
And I go to heaven
b*tch mob, tiny pants I don't give a f*ck
Thirty b*tches on my di*k, n*gga running up
Strapped up with an ak47, b*tch mob till I die
And I go to heaven