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Mob
4
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mob was released on August 19, 2022 by Phuzz LLC as a part of the album Postman
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AlbumPostman
Release DateAugust 19, 2022
LabelPhuzz LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
TaVon Francis
TaVon Francis
Songwriter

Lyrics

Yea
Real Corleone shit
Yea
We on that mob shit
Get extorted
I get escorted
You know I'm important
I promised my young ****
We gon ride Porsches
He want it now
He gon die for them horses
Ferrari Ferrari
Sorry not sorry
I came in da party
Can't see thru my Carti's
Chrome Heart coat
You can't see where my Glock is
How these street ****
Get millionaire watches
Swear I done sold a whole P
Front da store
I'm up
I ain't stressin
Or beefin
Or broke
He want da Za
I can bless
I'm da Pope
My Glock 17
Got suppressors n scopes
Uh
Man down
Opp down
Cops tracing chalk round him
Doctors came around
Said "He suffering from Glock rounds"
I been layin low
Everybody swear I'm not violent
Your man caught a charge
Hit da stand
He was not silent
I just wave my dog in da air
I be Rott wylin
I be sendin Ps by da pair
Like they Flightposites
Choppa gon drum like a snare
If you purp out
Run up prepared
It's gon give you a workout
This a 1200 pint of lean
And 800 dollar jeans
I just spend it
It don't mean nothin
Why they mad
I pull up lookin clean
Like we boutta shoot a scene
Tell em
Quit wit all they mean muggin
I really be havin da bands
You stunt on da Gram
You flex wit your mans cash
Yall **** not havin
You smokin on grams
My trap full of bags
Step in need a gas mask
I done made too much
I'm tired of juggin state to state
Boutta fly out to Grenada
Tell em empty out da bank
And I got too many guns
House lookin like a store
Got da choppas on da floor
Snatch da semis out da safe
Spendin rackies on a package
Make it disappear like magic
If you really do da math
I spend your rent like everyday
Blowin dope smoke in traffic
Blowin racks I made a habit
What I spent up in da trap
I coulda went n bought a Wraith
Ferrari Ferrari
Sorry not sorry
I came in da party
Can't see thru my Carti's
Chrome Heart coat
You can't see where my Glock is
How these street ****
Get millionaire watches
Swear I done sold a whole P
Front da store
I'm up
I ain't stressin
Or beefin
Or broke
He want da Za
I can bless
I'm da Pope
My Glock 17
Got suppressors n scopes
Written by: TaVon Francis
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