The Mob lyrics

[Intro: Hit-Boy]
Yeah
Drinks still out
n*ggas don't even understand
For real, yeah

[Chorus]
n*ggas like to speak outside your house
That's why I'm not inviting n*ggas to the crib as much
I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch
Then to see me eat, uh, sh*t is deep

[Verse 1: Hit-Boy]
Keep your integrity intact, HB still f*ckin' with the tracks
They try and pull me down, bucket full of crabs
You snapchattin', I got a pocket full of snaps, uh
b*tch back up, never made no backup plans, uh
f*ck what you thought, double check, try again
Yeah, even if she still leave with a kiss
Can't trust a b*tch again, long as I live, uh

[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
n*ggas like to speak outside your house
That's why I'm not inviting n*ggas to the crib as much
I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch
Then to see me eat, uh, sh*t is deep
[Verse 2: Hit-Boy]
Before I get f*cked over I get on [?]
Raekwon, by the bonfire, did it for the C.R.E.A.M
Couple thousand beats they ain't for the cheap
b*tch come off when I beat, time to hit the streets
Yeah, HS87 that's my squad
Reppin' that until he punch the clock
Ain't fallin' for the ooh-wop, that's on god, uh
Bangin' photoshoot by guwop, try and plot, um yeah
Free my brother Chilly Chill from the mob
Yeah the surf club sh*t inside my heart
Since the bubble eyed Lex I went hard
To the n*ggas that wen't left send my regards, uh

[Chorus]
n*ggas like to speak outside your house
That's why I'm not inviting n*ggas to the crib as much
I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch

[Verse 3: Dom Kennedy]
So, I like to smile at all my opps
Whisper: "you can get your sh*t pop"
Wake up with my logo on my socks
Crazy girls, yeah, might blowin' up
LJ in the cut, weed in my lungs
Shoes brand new, came for the ones
I heard she wanna charge me for a hit and run
All out of f*cks, I don't give 'em none
b*tch, back up, never had no back up plans
Half-A-Mil, but you don't stand half-a-chance
n*ggas still biting Dapper Dan
Runnin' through Phoenix like I'm Nash
Parked the truck up and do the [?]
Them MVP trophies, time to get me one
It's funny seeing phony n*ggas clicking up
[?] through life just [?] drugs
Hardwood floors, real fur rugs
Mickey Burns ain't got nothin' on me
Let them n*ggas talk outside your house
Stussy throw blankets on my couch
I couldn't even tell it was a drought
I ain't really trippin', we got an influx
[?] on 33rd, I'm picking ribs up
Heard the big engine when we slipped up
Chanel bag seats, feelin' real plush
[Chorus: Hit-Boy]
n*ggas like to speak outside your house
That's why I'm not inviting n*ggas to the crib as much
I could tell they'd rather see my ribs touch
Then to see me eat, uh, sh*t is deep

[Outro: Big Hit]
Homie, homie, that's what it, do my n*gga
You know what I'm sayin', calling from the pen, my n*gga
These crackers are shipping out of state, my n*gga
You know what I'm sayin', without my consent
That's how they do everyday [?], you know what I'm sayin'
Everything is on contract, not the sh*t y'all [?] don't know
You know what I'm sayin', while y'all n*ggas out there thinkin' y'all bosses, n*gga, you f*cking with the real boss, boss of all bosses, n*gga, Big Hit, b*tch, you know what I'm sayin', Hit-Boy, b*tch, n*gga, [?] b*tch, you know what I'm talkin' bout, [?], b*tch ass n*ggas, you know what I'm sayin', n*ggas never run up with your motherf*ckin' mouth, n*gga
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