M.O.B.
Joe Blow
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I represent that M-O with one B
And my M-O is two bitches and one me
Seven grams of girl scout, and one leaf
Twenty ounce drink with four O-Z's of codeine
Everyday I'm mobbin', you niggas be fakin'
Pocket full of that profit, feelin' like I made it
Everyday I'm mobbin', you niggas be fakin'
Pocket full of that profit, feelin' like I made it
They see me as a star, even though I'm so far from it
Foamposites galaxies, everything star-studded
In a spaceship, I press a button to get the car runnin'
Blowin' white clouds, breakin' trees down like Paul Bunyan
Two thangs, two chains, no titty boy
Money like Mayweather, you can call me Lil' Floyd
Always dream big, even as a little boy
Crazy that I'm older, but they still know me as a boy
I represent that M-O with one B
And my M-O is two bitches and one me
Seven grams of girl scout, and one leaf
Twenty ounce drink with four O-Z's of codeine
And I only had plans, no dream
Ballin' on you rappers, I don't need no screen
Money can't buy you love, but dope brings
All this True Religion, new Benzes, and gold rings
I paint a perfect picture, just like the Mona Lisa
Got Holly poppin' mollies, got Isha smokin' Keisha
I'm out to get my slice, ain't talkin' 'bout no pizza
You wanna know the price? Two stickies for a feature
I'm livin' the life these other cats yap 'bout
He all day at the studio, I'm all night in the trap house
Spittin' non-fiction, I'm livin' what I rap 'bout
Traffickin' these bitches, the road already mapped out
Clout, now that's real nigga navigation
How I'm gettin' money get 'em mad, call that aggravation
Got murderers by the mass in my congregation
Fuck around and get that ass gassed, stay out my conversation
Hatin' will get you nowhere
And chicks swear that they be lovin' me but I don't care
You carnivore, me, I'm a carnivore, boy it's no fair
Them number four J's came out, she brought me four pair
I represent that M-O with one B
And my M-O is two bitches and one me
Seven grams of girl scout, and one leaf
Twenty ounce drink with four O-Z's of codeine
I represent that M-O with one B
And my M-O is two bitches and one me
Seven grams of girl scout, and one leaf
Twenty ounce drink with four O-Z's of codeine
Everyday I'm mobbin', you niggas be fakin'
Pocket full of that profit, feelin' like I made it
Everyday I'm mobbin', you niggas be fakin'
Pocket full of that profit, feelin' like I made it
I got twenty-six inch on the Malibu
Old school, sittin' on alley-oops
I be all through California
Smokin' on some of that Cali truth
Knock a young thick hood bitch at Sally's
They always be at Sally's too
But I got a rich bitch with a XLR
Caddy coupe in the valley too
Forty Glock with thirty shots in it
Cinnamon blunt on the AK
And that's just for my little hitters
I got a million niggas that tote bang bang
It's money over these bitches nigga
And that there is my M-O
And you can add one B to that shit
But after that you gotta skin ho
I'm turnt up on these fuck niggas
And turnin' down these broke hoes
Ask your bitch what that cash about
If she ain't cashin' out then I'm long gone
I be in my own zone
Street knowledge, every time
The game is not to be told but it's to be sold
So I'ma leave every dime that I'm on
Ayy, growin' up all we ever wanted to do was look dope
It's probably the reason why all my niggas cook coke
Everything jump out that bag, we juug smoke
Nah, you ain't like me, nigga, you look broke
Man my bitch walk the strip, she'll go all night
The two-tone, two-door, cobalt is snowball white
Right now, I'm on my snowball hike
You know the chain, the watch
Lookin' like it's havin' a snowball fight
Wear everybody Tom Ford but I was reppin' that Tom first
Niggas out here disrespectin' the wrong verse
Ayy, where I'm from niggas respectin' that commerce
But keep it real, I just represent hard work
Just part of the game 'fore you come to get called first
Ayy, life's short, die last, ball first
Only weapons you ever had when you stepped in them Converse
Real nigga get a house, a lame get a car first
One
I represent that M-O with one B
And my M-O is two bitches and one me
Seven grams of girl scout, and one leaf
Twenty ounce drink with four O-Z's of codeine
Everyday I'm mobbin', you niggas be fakin'
Pocket full of that profit, feelin' like I made it
Everyday I'm mobbin', you niggas be fakin'
Pocket full of that profit, feelin' like I made it