Mob City (UK To the Bay)

Remember times on my ass, feelin' skin

Remember nana sayin' granddaddy's a pimp

Remember times washing Q's up in the sink

Now my pounds are down to yellow when my bricks are topper pink

All the packaging that's mixed up in the bin

Got it lookin' like Lil Pump's wig

Fuck up a nine then I bill a cocky spliff

Me and T-Y-N-S-I-T, movin' like the stick

Nowadays, bro, it is what it is

So I never leave the gaff without a stick

Jumped in the music game just for mix

Now we want studios, labels, and big cribs

Tryna move from the 'jects to the sticks

I'm in the field with my blockers and my crips

I ain't a banger, but I bang for my chips

My OG broke my heart, time ago

Way before a bitch

Glock 23 on me, that's my best friend

GLE63 for my next Benz

Shit, they probably give me life for my next bid

The whole block is still screamin', "Rest in peace, Bigs"

From the Bay to what he claims, it is not a game

They call me Blow, I'm on the road with a lot of 'caine

I'm from the town you got a body, you ain't got a name

And all this kimba came from home, I got it on a plane

It's blow money or it's no money

You **** know, killed your bro and you ain't rolled on him

And yeah, I knocked your lil' bitch, and now she ho for me

I fuck with Kona 'cause he always keep a pole on him

Free T and fuck the sucka that had told on him

Bust down Rollie, you can barely see the gold on it

Sit on so much old cheese, it got mold on it

Always keep it a thousand because I blow hundreds, ****

Real **** since day one

Blow money, last money, yeah, free that **** A1

Twelve hour flight, touch down in Manchester

I ain't gotta do the job, I'ma have my man stretch ya

Fuck that **** and his dead homie

Hit that **** in his head, now that **** bury mama lonely

Glock 27, keep it in a man bag

**** ran up, I swear to God, we did man bad

.40 cal got a light kick

In this SKS that I'm totin', bitch got a light switch

When we lay a **** down, we do it face first

If a **** duck and pull, we show 'em how the K work

If he ain't on the block, we gon' double back

Hit a couple corners, I'ma show ya where the pussy's at

Down south, we don't really do the drive-bys

And I'm quick to knock a **** bitch, I'm a fly guy

Period, you already know how the fuck we comin', ****

Period, I city to the motherfuckin' UK, ****

You already know how we get this shit, ****, period, ****

Shit don't stop, man

Shout out my ****, Welch, ****

You already know, ****, we gettin' this motherfuckin' money, man

This shit don't stop, man

Free my ****, Blast, man

Period