Mobb2it

[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Okay Chop that chop that screw that up Pour that pass that tip that cup Smash that drop that back that what Act like you don't give a fuck Lose that balance lose that tux Spend that money smash them guts Pop that pussy beat your chest Turn that beat up fuck the rest Fuck the world don't take that shit Put them hands up sing that shit Tell that lie, feel that burn Ride that high, It's your turn Turn this motherfucker out Show them what you all about Twist them fingers rep your town Hurry up it's going down Call your gun a stabler Call up your enabler Live up to the fable Break your leg, break a table Like ye Go spring break Go bananas bruh go ape Go go gadget, go Go-bots Go gogo boots go get that guap Get up go solo to the club Go and get your partner off that hub Or Rockefeller, Rock the bells Rock a mohawk, lose your L's Mix your P's up with your Q's But what ever you gonna do Don't come up in the club with that bullshit [Hook] They say they want that raw shit, that raw shit That turn that beat up in your car shit, your car shit I got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just mob to it They say they miss them old school gangstas Them low-lows with the diamonds in they faces We got you, Mob to it, you gotta just mob to it You gotta just mob to it, you gotta just mob to it [Verse 2: Daveed Diggs] Okay Make this next left at the light Light that up before you drive Roll that Caddy extra slow She don't want to see the po' Get your lawyer on the phone Call that bitch who give that dome Lay that seat back all the way Play this CD all the way Get your money all the way Hit that pedal all the way Eyes up at the traffic light See if someone trying to fight See if someone (?) Don't say nothing, you too high Hit that highway hit that wall Better pop that Adderall Don't slow down, don't you fall Don't you answer if she call Don't call this number again Grab that one, fuck her friend Fuck your life, fuck your pride Shout out "Fuck the other side" Other side, knuckle up Don't stop until he say cut Don't cut unless I get paid Don't stop Doing what I say Don't stop get it get it If you got it let me hit it J Get that ketchup with my fries Better make it super sized Don't you fuck up my interior [Hook] [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] And if you got that paper And you bought that scraper And you feeling like a pimp say Ay And if you know somebody Who know somebody Who know somebody say Ay And if you got a hundred thousand dollars All up in your mattress And ain't nothing in the bank say Ay And if you got a man at home But you still giving dome To somebody in the club say Yeah Okay Bring that whip when I get out Bring your city, Bring a pound Ring them motherfucking bells Street sweeping up all the shells Build a shelter out of straw Chain that Pitt up, that's my dog Coup them chickens, cook that rice Make that money, shoot them dice Shoot your guns up in the air Shave a star into your hair Kill that noise, Dead that talkin' Burn that rubble, fill that coffin Smoke that Barney, Play that fife Whistle when you want the price I got it for the low [Hook] [Outro] Do it again Okay Look Some of these halfway houses bumping they gums And they never seen a dentist, smell that Hey I'm trying to see a bitch moon walk for real Like Alice, no Brady Bunch Mind your manners and (?) You feel me Keeping it Vanderbilt You've got your feet hanging out your motherfucking Air Force 1's I appreciate the hustle my dude But you better paint your toes motherfucker