Mob Life

My room is full of that smoke I'm fucken high, delusional.. Let the motherfuckin' gun bust Southside and the color of my rag I trust Rush, enemies for the fuck of it I smoke weed for the fuck of it From not getting, then I might be focused on my hustlin'.. Two bad bitches that I just met, two bad bitches got a husband Sucios life, trust me, I give em love, nothing I'm from the rugged ass streets Where the motherfuckers die when they go against me '45 on the waist, bandana on the face, robbery.. (chorus) (sucios..that mob life) (sucios..that mob life) (Rollin' blunts..loading guns) (my enemies it's onsight) That bang bang bang... Bang bang bang... Bang bang bang Load em up Load em up… This ones for the Capo Escobar on that Pablo Music for them D-boys Musica for them Narcos Dolla bills, dolla bills The king so sick, I needa pop a pill Success feels good, I tell you how I feel Baby Gunz countin' money in a powerwheel Two deep in a Bonneville Youtube views, can you count a mill? & another mill, I need a hundred more My bitch counting money we could flood the floor I needed a blunt so I went, hit the store Called em to the P, said I needed some more 818 to the 714 Sucio with that mob life (chorus) (sucios..that mob life) (sucios..that mob life) (Rollin' blunts..loading guns) (my enemies it's onsight) That bang bang bang... Bang bang bang... Bang bang bang Load em up Load em up…