Move Like the Mob

[Chorus: Zoey Dollaz] I don't give a fuck about niggas I don't give a fuck about bitches Young nigga want this money Yeah a young nigga gon' get it Bitch I move like the mob Bitch I move like the mob Bitch I move like the mob Yeah nigga, we the mob I don't give a fuck about niggas I don't give a fuck about bitches Young nigga want this money Yeah a young nigga gon' get it Bitch I move like the mob Bitch I move like the mob Bitch I move like the mob Whole gang, we the mob [Verse 1: Zoey Dollaz] Yeah nigga, we the mob Broke bitch get a job Fuck nigga stop hating I put a hole in your top You ain't nothing like the gang nigga Fuck niggas want to bang with us Keep playin', get your head popped Your body drop when the leg pop Naw nigga, this is real life We ain't just talkin' hip hop Bitch I look like a god This lame nigga he a fraud 300K on the foreign Yeah bitch, that's a house Niggas tough on the internet In person they quiet like mouse I fuck your bitch in the mouth Had them shooters laying on your house When them shots get to hit your stomach You gon' hold that shit like a pouch Boom, you gon' hold that shit like a pouch Yeah nigga we the mob Watch what's comin' out your mouth Bitch, look at my cars Bitch, look at my broad Lot of racks on my squad Bitch, look at the garage Let's have us a menage Let's look at these hearts Got a lot of money, on god Bleedin' no bandage, on god Ice on froze, unthaw Dice shootin' dice on your boy Pivot, long socks, young boss Droptop Phantom, living large Droptop talkin' to the god Got a new panoramic for the Porsche [Verse 2: Young Thug] Bitch, look at my cars Bitch, look at my broad Lot of racks on my squad Bitch, look at the garage Let's have us a menage Let's look at these hearts Got a lot of money, on god Bleedin' no bandage, on god Ice on froze, unthaw Dice shootin' dice on your boy Pivot, long socks, young boss Droptop Phantom, living large Droptop talkin' to the god Got a new panoramic for the Porsche [Verse 3: Lil Durk] I fuck with the gang, I be with the rods I fuck with the mob, my killers be robbin' These rappers is targets, the plug's a target You police, you sorry I put my guns in apartments We run a train on your BM And she be all in my DM You stomp 'em out in some weak Timbs You know what it is when we see him Headshot, boy you test me We in Miami on jet skis Hairpin trigger, don't test these Rich nigga had a shootout in a Bentley