Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe Blow
Performer
Phantombeatz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pavan Balley
Songwriter
Lyrics
Everywhere I go, I keep my gun with me
You better be ready if you come with me
You ask who fuck, I say none with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep the mob strictly
You better be ready if you come with me
You ask who fuck, I say none with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep the mob strictly
I sleep with my gas near, eat with my gas near
Shit with my gas near, fuck it, shout out Gaskill
Besides this coat and these kicks, boy this gas rare
If I catch you while I'm getting gas, you're getting gassed there
Blind on the lash, so it's gas in my stick
Probably drive to NY, so much gas in my whip
Smoking gas in my swish, and it's gas on my hip
Still'll bounce out on a **** and beat his ass with my fist
You broke **** always hate on who having some shit
Tried to bring around some pimps and got bagged for the bitch
You must be out your fucking mind, think my hammer legit
It's a couple bodies on it, bruh, I had to handle some shit
And I still stay icy, I'm a shark in this shit
And you can tell I love hockey from the shape of this clip
Don't ever play with me, ho, go fucking play with your kids
And everything all on a ho, look at the way that I live, bruh
They wanna know about the bread we throw around
60 Kicks in the door, so the windows don't roll down
If you try and play the bull, then we gunning your home down
Try and be cool, well a cell is your home now
Still make the coke swell, cause the jail won't slow us down
All my **** real, gotta kill to come around
Gotta move tree out of town, you try and eat for real
Still bring 600 rounds where you make the deal
**** sell bricks of that yayo just to paint the town
But the mob **** cop villas where we can't be found
Learn another language, cop panes, but that's not your style
I stay where you vacation, but the yay is why I'm in town
Gangsters, no patience, how you kill, but we calm as hell
Straight cause the mob is a place where only time'll tell
Straight cause the mob is a place where only time'll tell
M.O.B. is my mentality
So ho, break bread, or play a casualty
Casually with fashion, we loud, hash'll be
The kush reeking off me, your weed must be speaking softly
This is another anthem, we stab him after we wrap him
Push him, ghetto platinum, now the pushers coming back for them
This is my world, Tony said Sosa
Hit him in his head, but burning bread like toast
If you're real, then you look familiar, but I don't know you
Choppers make your partners turn bitch and roll over
I think I'm hot shit, cause every shot hit, it got tore up
Cause if the mob hit you, start your car, tick-tock, blowed up
Kaboom, black suits fill the room
Fuck them other ****, cause I'm down for my goons
Shots can hit him, not a day to get him out the way
We go stupid in the Bay, what else I gotta say?
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I might ghost ride
Backwood full of Sherbet, I be so high
So I foreign whip it through the Crestside
Kilo, J. Diggs, Big Dunt, them my guys
Quick to take a fuckboy life
We out here, the streets I fell in love, no lie
Pistol and a knife, I keep them both on my side
I slice a **** throat before I poke him in his eye
Shoot him in his heart and make sure that he die
One, 7-7, no way, this the mob
New recruits, they wild and loose, I get you robbed
Helicopter on the helipad, he picking us up
Shouts out to C-Bo, West Coast Mafia
Blunt after blunt, marijuana
Without weed I can't think, I'm a stoner
Mob Figaz, LLC, and I'm the owner
Yo, it don't stop
Another breath, another death
Another whip with no top
Another angel in the sky
Another rifle, 7.62 fly
Hustler, Hus, I'm that guy
Ask your wife 'bout me, ask your moms too
Smack two **** when I ride through
Whip a few pies and then supply a few
Bitch, it don't stop, I keep saying that
This long chop, I keep spraying that
Keep lurking where they laying at
Pull up and lay that man his hat
****, knock his dick in the dirt, let the chop do the work
**** slap, blow, posse, we're in the dirt
****, put bullets in your perm
Lay them down in the worms
****, I came out the trees
Squeeze like Vietnamese
Bitch **** dying in the leaves
You ask me if I give a shit, please
****, it don't stop though
Once a motherfucking
Keep rocking with the chop though
It's the goddamn mob though
Keep rocking with the
If you ask me who fuck, I say none with me
You better be ready when you come with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep my gun with me
Cause everywhere I go, it's the mob strictly
You ask me if I care, I say none with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep the gun with me
If you ask me who fuck, I say none with me
Cause every fucking day, it's the mob strictly
Rapping all night, morning's when the feds creep
Them bodies in my sight, and I be running with the black sheep
Why'd you bring a knife up to a gunfight? We pack heat
Mobbing is the life, them suckers running like a track meet
Draped in all black, the money I count is still green
The bitch brought it back in stacks, she with a real team
Ever seen them throwaway MACs? See, I don't use beams
And when I shoot, them faces is cracked, I'm moving real mean
I'm with an ill team, we got the streets certified
And when I'm in my foreign, I'm soaring, I got an ill ride
Hustle while you **** is snoring, that's why I'm worldwide
And I was fighting cases with patience, see, back when Pharaoh died
You let your girl hide, you let her wet her pants
Half of you **** is bitches, they need to be a man
If they don't understand, I'll say it like my **** Blow
If you never met me, check a real **** out though
Written by: Pavan Balley

