SmokePurpp - MOB lyrics

You don’t wanna work ’cause you never got sticks like branch All of my ni**as they slime but they slatt, they gon’ shoot if you give ’em a chance I sent .. and I told her just give me some woods and some .. .223 but it’s gon’ PTSD like I walked in this b***h with syringe M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a ho, yeah In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red All red, high tech versuri-lyrics.info M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a ho, yeah (Sheesh, woo) [Verse] Chrome heart jeans, them b*tches stunt on my leg (Fye, fye, fye, fye) N***a, fill his whole motherfu*kin’ head with led Flew the b***h in then I flew the b***h back, yeah, the b***h got to my head B***h, leave me alone, I need me some space Cartier buss on my face (Yeah), pay for her nails and her lace (Yeah) He tried to reach for a .., he get shot in the face Four pockets full of blue cheese, yeah .. diamonds my teeth, yeah I’m in the trap and I’m whipping the dough up I pour a four in my motherfu*kin’ soda [Chorus] You don’t wanna work ’cause you never got sticks like branch All of my ni**as they slime but they slatt, they gon’ shoot if you give ’em a chance I sent .. and I told her just give me some woods and some .. .223 but it’s gon’ PTSD like I walked in this b***h with syringe M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a ho, yeah In a penthouse out in New York, got a case of all red All red, high tech (B***h) M-O-B, I never gave a f**k about a hooo