Let Me Mob Video (MV)

Why you up under my dick Why you can't get off of my dick
In let me mob, ho Why you keep jockin' the nip
Why you keep stockin' the pen Don't let me mob, ho
You be houndin' the kid I hold it down with a stick

You run your mouth like a bitch I hunt you down in your whip
Knock a sucker down, let him drown in a six While I jump back in the scrape, nigga, poundin' the shit
Ghost ride the whip, bounce out clappin' his shit
The number one T-Mac, clap for your bitch Shoot strong to the hole, nigga, savage as shit

Flex on a sucker with my ratchet as shit Hit a nigga's pockets, make him come out of his shit
Take a nigga's phone and I call a bitch Make him choose up on the post, nigga, dick
Every day, sad stare, yeah, it's been a new slug I'm just tryna tell you how a nigga grew up
I run a town on the prowl for some new buzz Stick my dick in her mouth, bitch, it kept my loot up

Why you up under my dick Why you can't get off of my dick
Don't let me mob, ho Why you keep jockin' the nip
Why you keep stockin' the pen Don't let me mob, ho
I'm knockin' on hoes, and I'm drivin' them hoes And this shit won't stop even after six in the morning

In the hood with the bitch, and I'm grippin' the pole Little hood to my line, get put on a stroke
Cause a hoe ain't shit without a pimp, you know that Pussy get put on like a throwback
Yeah, punk bitch, it can't hold back Bitch, they want on me, this for show slack
For my project, baby, lookin' like Kodak All Broadway, boy, here we go back

I'm so full, I'm so clean, nigga, in that Weber throwback
Knock him down, leave a f*ckboy with toe tag I take the ugliest bitch off of Oakland
Off a trap ass pretty face, bro, bitch Slick clock, nigga, the world's greatest rapper
You ain't know, bitch, I come with them slappers

Why you up under my dick Why you can't get off of my dick
Don't let me mob, ho Why you keep jockin' the nip
Why you keep stockin' the pen Don't let me mob, ho
Yeah, same bitch

Yeah, I'm talkin' bout, get off a nigga dick Get off my dick, oh, bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' bout wingin' Hell, it's up yonder, my dinger wingin
My momma fall under my stress My nostrils perched, my nigga, you feel me
Man, f*ck that nigga, he know I'm stressed

Boy, nigga, I'm on my knees back Yeah, I'm talkin' bout no bitch
Real pimpin' face, nigga, my nuts go All on that nigga, three sets, gang
Hotlands, nigga, we gon' bust these hoes out, baby
F*ck real niggas, this my nigga, this my nigga

Don't f*ck with it, nigga