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Mob Shit

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Mob Shit was released on June 14, 2019 by Mobstyle Music as a part of the album Hell's Kitchen

Song Details

AlbumHell's Kitchen

Release DateJune 14, 2019

LabelMobstyle Music

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tim Carl Kalbfleisch

Tim Carl Kalbfleisch

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Lyrics

Here we go, mob-style kingpin

Come swim with the sharks in the deep end

Talk shit, like a mood-swing

Let's bang, fucking up the food chain

Eat your face off, I'm the Lion King

Trap-rappers done flipped now they trying to sing

While I grind, shine like a diamond ring

Wack rappers bow down, watch the heat I bring (I bring)

Don't act like you know me, I'm a cutthroat, call me Flowkey

Pull the sword out the cut like M.N.E

Stab rivals in the back, they're my enemy (enemy)

I got snipers on the rooftop, watching every move and the loose talk

We can head-but and not do shit

And I'm coming real soon with that new shit

Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mosh)

Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit (mob)

Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mob)

Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit

M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see

Haters jealous

M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see

Haters jealous (jealous)

On the block, who's riding?

Go to war, Bin Laden

Who's real, who's plotting?

Drop bombs (bombs), I got 'em (got 'em)

Never came back, never been gone

Yeah they hate that I'm still on

And the fact I won't fall off

Still hard, most of 'em gone soft (gone soft)

Still mob to the death

Down to draw blood till I take my last breath (breath)

Over bodies I step, repping mob-style till there's no one left (one left)

Yeah, read the negative comments, shake 'em off, that shit's nonsense

The mob's got my back like a convict

Peep the content, jump in the moshpit

Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mosh)

Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit (mob)

Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mob)

Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit

M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see

Haters jealous

M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see

Haters jealous (jealous)

Back in the day we used to hang (hang)

On the block chilling with the gang (the gang)

When the rivals showed up we'd bang (bang)

Made the plug, got work we'd slang (sling)

Went from grams, then to O-Zs, pushing keys out of state with the OGs

In the streets, running from the police

Packing heat, stabbing backs like don't cheat

So dope every day of the week (of the week)

Roll with killers, drop bodies in the creek (bodies in the creek)

When the narcs came hit the back door (back door)

I could still move quick for a fatso (fatso)

Stay breaded up, call me Panko (panko)

Hit 'em hard, fast like a Mako (Mako)

Murder, money, everything goes (thing goes)

Got the game in my grip getting strangled (strangled)

Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mosh)

Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit (mob)

Throw your hands up, start a moshpit (mob)

Go psycho (psycho), this is mob shit

M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see

Haters jealous

M-O-B (B) Goodfellas (fellas), come see

Haters jealous (jealous)

Written by: Tim Carl Kalbfleisch

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