The Mob

Crispy

Cruising down the mile blowing loud with my rich bitch

Steering with my left hand showing how my wrist gliss

Knew that I'd come up again, didn't think it be this quick

Shout out to them **** that I used to hit licks with

Seven mile better pile, been a man since a child

Used to be in school with my hand up a girl blouse

When my daddy went to jail ain't none of the boys come around

Or help me out when I was down so it's fuck them **** now

Lames trying to steal our styles, imitators everywhere

But they can rock ice that Kid wouldn't let Amari wear

No matter where the fuck I'm at I hold my chain in the air

They don't like seven mile **** but I don't care

Bitches stare when we in attendance

Pockets filled up with spinach

I love my life and all the people that's in it

Hold up, wait for a minute, I got some shit to explain

We didn't reply to this songs 'cause them **** was lame

Ain't none of my **** starving

From Crispy Quis to Lil Marvin

If you still a broke **** you must be retarded

Bronx style rolex, quick like bloflex

A weak **** grinding he getting no sex

Or bitch mad at me, she get no text

She stripping now tell me what's next

Off to Fedex, two hundred to catch

I'm the boss lil dog, go and fetch

Aw shit, Fenkell in this bitch

Keep the iron so I'm never wrinkled in this bitch

White diamonds looking like a kilo on my wrist

Ice cubes in the chain so I can debo me a bitch

They say we lying in our raps, ****, tell that to the Feds

Haters say a **** broke, bitch, tell that to my bread

Ain't shit change but the quality of ice

And I wear Louis everyday like **** wear knives

I'ma cash out rich, ****

Bitch, if I tell my plug send them, them bitches getting sent

It could be just ten or a hundred of them shits

Them bitches getting flipped vacuum seals getting ripped

All these **** hating tell me one thing what your pockets bout

That's why your main bitch can't wait till my **** Roc get out

My bracelet for you life

My **** I wouldn't even swap it out

Everywhere I go, I put the ave on and shout it out

Made a promise to myself, I'm never going broke again

Ride past the club two times to make you choke again

Red bottoms, snake skin Guccis **** cobra skin

If I don't know nothing bitch best believe I know to win

In a clique full of bosses so getting money ain't an option

Stay going hard even though the Fed's watching

You say you getting money little boy you need to stop it

Took a trip with Don Michaels came back with our apartment

How your ass getting money when no grass in your yard

And you really working light and you really praying hard

All my **** believe in God, Doughboyz and drugs

**** fuck with DBC because they know that we the plug

Brightmo Maine

Fourteen carrots not two, that's just one chain

Bossed down bands, two wrists that just one hand

Two bad bitches one me, hotel suite

A night you wish for that's every other week for me

Damn, my bitch, such a freak well, let's do it

It's a bounty on my chains somebody blew it

Let a real **** do it if you just gon' stand there

These bitches want money and I'm bout to make it rain here

Phone slapping

Turning down mills from major deals

Iced my rolie out 'cause I hate seeing stainless steel

Living mob life for real, fuck models from Brazil

My **** Jordan trigga happy, shoot your ass quick as hell

My daughter stay Gucci down, own every pair

****'s making this songs, nobody fucking care

When you won top ****, everybody stare

DBC running the city ****, fuck anybody else

Stack for a feature ****, this ain't no joke

Four for a show impossible to go broke

All this ice on me, make a bad bitch choke

Every bitch that suck me up gon' choke

I got pounds of the reggies balling like a pacer

Remy XO straight shot no chaser

So fuck a hater and fuck a broke ass bitch

Doughboyz Cashout we already rich

Fucking with Tip in the A drinking Avion

So stop playing like you know us you don't know Delon

And you don't know me, I get it by the whole p

Bad pretty bitch long hair, she wanna blow me

I blow up by the oz then call a couple thousand

These **** keep hating but my money keep piling

And my **** be wilding, my goons be tripping

Forty on my hip, nah, bitch, I'm never slipping