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Mob Mood
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mob Mood was released on November 18, 2025 by Vision Music Group Worldwide as a part of the album The Archive Tapes
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Release DateNovember 18, 2025
LabelVision Music Group Worldwide
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Christian Caba
Michael Christian Caba
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Caba
Don Caba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beau Vallis
Beau Vallis
Engineer

Lyrics

I told y'all ha ha ha
It's my time, it's over for all of y'all
Ohh you don't know
You didn't know
Too many rappers, not enough lyricists
**** talking gangsta shit, nah that ain't your heritage
You wasn't outside, you ain't witness shit
Y'all mad young, please tell me what your parents did
It's embarrassing, they worked good jobs
Now you talking hood vibes, but move like a good guy
Never sold dope, never a held strap
But go jump in the booth and you sell em that
That shit weak, I ain't tryna be a priest
I'm tryna get all the greens, turn all these girls into feens
Cause your boy so raw with it
Killing the game, just like saw ****, you wanna play
You know I'm the Don **** (Ugh)
Check 1-2 who got more style than Don do
You see the fit, yea my fam in that mob mood
Empty the clip, turn ya whip to a cartoon
I'm animated, they can't take it
These bitches amateurs, looking dead when they naked
Don Caba, you know I'm the magician
Make these bundles disappear in the hood, I'm Walt Disney
Can you believe, sipping scotch like Sinatra
With a New York strip steak and plate of lasagna
Patience like doctors, when I'm on the mic
Rappers take Big L's cause they ain't even half as nice
Check 1-2 who got more style than Don do
Whole team in black so you know we in that mob mood
I'm in my bag, you **** used to wear your mom's shoes
Get a little cash and get a big head, hey Arnold
Recognize, I'm a Don bitch respect the crime
It pays everyday, you get sprayed like pesticide
If you wanna bug out, send hitters from the dugout
I don't let shit slide, I let it fly with my tongue out
Sort of like MJ, we make **** fadeaway
Take your bitch after the hit, that's the player way
Don't chase women, that's gone break the bank
Just wake up everyday, on that paper chase
Check 1-2 who got more style than Don do
Whole team in black so you know we in that mob mood
I'm in my bag, you **** used to wear your mom's shoes
I'm speaking facts, every track, you know I got you (Ugh)
Written by: Don Caba
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