Mob Life

(Is this a Swifta beat?) Fuck everything, (yeah) I don't want no friends (nah, nah) Treat niggas like kids when they're grown men (uh) Big hot-stepping out a cold Benz Hand ting spin like a whip to make the coke blend (brr) Pockets on fat daily holding ten Folding them Keep it right next to the holster then (holster then) Can't tell me nutting, B, I know the ends Comment this, comment that, all you bitches know is net (chat) Twitter fingers, Insta' bubbles But if you saw me on the street I'll leave ya leaking puddlеs (ha, ha) I'm on a dumb flex, lil' bitch, I'm from the jungle Putting arms all on a nigga likе he need a cuddle Heater rumble Hole in your chest, I'm gonna leave a tunnel Bones and your flesh, boy, I leave you crumbled (yeah, yeah) All this peacocking, get your feathers ruffled I leave a half empty mag, I only need a couple The money got me feeling so secure (so secure) I don't do the net, real life we go to war (we go to war) Twenty on your head, bitch, I beg you know the score (know the score) This is mob life, baby, fuck what you thought (what you thought, yeah) The money got me feeling so secure (so secure) I don't do the net, real life we go to war (we go to war) Twenty on your head, bitch, I beg you know the score (know the score) This is mob life, baby, fuck what you thought (what you thought, yeah) I'm from the block, boy, I was doing Top Boy Top bitch, cock shit and hear the Glock noise More money for the fam just to cop toys I'm the mic jack king of the pop, boy Youngers hungry, I'ma feed ya to the wolves 'Round the back of the shh where we're keeping all the tools This the shallow end, man, I'll take you deeper in the pool Drown, drown, now, now, you was speaking like we cool, bitch Two stitches for dat Throw a clip in the strap Blow your shit in your lap It's all gang Back stabbers get dipped in the back Big flickie and dat More than a trickle, a tap They all ran, bitch White sheets like the Klan, bitch No dick, I'm still the man, bitch Keep heat, you catch a tan, bitch If my name's in your mouth, you're a fan, bitch The money got me feeling so secure (so secure) I don't do the net, real life we go to war (nah, nah) Twenty on your head, bitch, I beg you know the score (know the score) This is mob life, baby, fuck what you thought (what you thought, ayy) I swear this money got me feeling so secure (so secure) I don't do the net, real life we go to war (we go to war) Twenty on your head, bitch, I beg you know the score (know the score) This is mob life, baby, fuck what you thought Yeah, yeah Mother of the Mob shit 0121, you know the ting We coming in, stepping on necks I know they see me, man, stop playing (Is this a Swifta beat?) Burrr