ALLDAY WE MOB (feat. KAOS & YUNG DIPP)

A nigga back on his job, that money flow nicely You turn your back on the mob, you niggas We get you back, swear to God, show you that real hyphy Put that Mac to your mom, see why they don't like it Young capo, click show guns and Vatos Capture that head honcho, smokin' on that cilantro Overseas in a Bronco, bean dips and nachos Mean bitch, she hot though, swingin' whips at Costco High side, Verralos, we the mob bro Stay hotter than the sun in Cabo Then Lalo, make them snitch niggas die slow Al Capone in Chicago Style how we take over blocks, nigga, I go In when the green lights on, throw pipe bombs When the clips empty, no lights on, your life's gone We sharpshooters, me dippin' E, we icons All day we mob, all day we mob Always on my job, all day we mob All day we mob, all day we mob Always on my job, all day we mob We're deep in these streets of the sucker free Where it could get real ugly, but I'm about my money Like my nigga Mac dre, you don't hear my tummy I gets my gouda, so call me Young Mula We're ridin' the Bay Bridge in my sharp shooter cruiser It's no love for a bitch, we'll bust slugs in your whip It's Efero and K, and my nigga Young Kip We're like 20 deep, with lungs full of piff Yeah I love this shit nigga, I'm from Frisco We ride around the city with a fully loaded pistol Put ten stacks on your head so niggas really get you Do everything official, that's how I live in the sco My state of a criminal, we sendin' shots at you So f*ck a subliminal, we sendin' shots at you So f*ck a subliminal, shit, shoot again All day we mob, all day we mob Always on my job, all day we mob Bitch All day we mob, all day we mob Always on my job, all day we mob Bitch Dress in all black, yeah my gun the same color Red dot for the aim, pistol grip, burn rubber I burn flesh, lose your breath Put a nigga in a casket, now a nigga fresh to death A real man hold his grounds on them two feet And see, I can eat a cow for you suckas who talkin' beef Sleep, I'm up late night like an owl And these streets creep, gotta stay on point like Dexter Watch for police Seven in the morning on the block, I hustle hard OG nigga work the pot, he turn it hard Gotta feed my seed, I do whatever it takes Whether it's legal or illegal, the money is what I make Dislike but never hate, lost love but never faked And I be on that Darby, a nigga can't fight fake Hell half, no fury, f*ck the judge and the jury And I'm sick with this shit, forever ill till they cure me All day we mob, all day we mob Always on my job, all day we mob Bitch All day we mob, all day we mob Always on my job, all day we mob Bitch Thanks for watching