Lil Bibby - MOB Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Yeah I'm M.O.B, look [Verse 1] Say they let me in the club, through the back, with the strap All these strippers on my dick because a youngin' got them racks Hell yeah, I move the pack Hell yeah, I keep a gat Hell nah, I won't snitch And I prolly f**ed your b**h And they know I keep it cool But they know that I switch And they know I'm M.O.B Put my money over chicks n***as got them hands out, so I told 'em "s** a dick" I can never get extorted, b**h I'm dying for this sh** In the field, put my life all in them lines for them sh** n***as claimin' that they real, but be lying in this sh** I be getting to the guap, got no time for a b**h Is you f**in' me or not? My favourite line for a b**h My young n***a savage, my gun automatic If you want the static, it's free, you can have it Please do not get me confused with this rappin' This sum cleaning you know whats happening I came home from trappin', all of my hittas they slow All of my hittas on gold, keep them a rachet And I ain't talkin about hoes Pull up and pop at the shows Let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now Used to tote them .38s, its 50 shots .45s now Used to shoot them hoops, we shootin' pistols, n***as die now Snub nose, 5 shots it's drums in them 9’s now [Verse 2] Say they wonder how I'm bleeding, disrespect I leave 'em Partner hating on me, I say "f** 'em, I don't need 'em" She wanna f** on a demon, she wanna swallow my semen She wanna chill with the gang now, she might just let the whole team in Leave the b**h feenin', she might just never see me again And I just gave my lil' brother a bar, he the lord that he free again Free the gorillas but keep all the rats I love all my k**ers , I give em the gas She acting boujee, get hit from the back Now back to the money, b**h get out the trap [Bridge] M.O.B, yeah I'm M.O.B M.O.B., b**h I'm M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy M.O.B., yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy Look, I say, yeah I'm M.O.B M.O.B., b**h I'm M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B., M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy Look, I say , yeah I'm M.O.B., Ayy look [Verse 3] b**h I'm Fendi rocker, Chiraq pistol popper b**h I'm with the drama, 100 clip off in that chopper Watching for the anacondas No revolver, we not ducking problems b**h I'm with the sh**, see my opps then we gon' hit Never went out like a b**h Yolo, hop out the whip and I'm dolo No of these n***as want no smoke My hittas loco We get that pipe out of bolo We get hit with the four four That's how we coming, catch me with all of my youngins Every car got like a hunnid, lil' n***as gunnin' You wanna get into sum, like Andre, my little n***as drummin' [Outro] Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, look And they know I'm M.O.B Ayy, ayy I said they know I'm M.O.B. ayy