Mob MO3 (Ft. Foogiano)

[Intro: MO3]
Mob, mob, ho
Gang (Mob, nigga)
(Yxng Stov)
Ayy, we cutthroat around here, nigga (Real cutthroat, nigga)
You might wanna move around (Better move)
Look

[Verse 1: MO3]
O-Okay, this that drop (Huh?)
Not that re-rock, he want clout (Nah)
Make him famous with this Glock (Huh?)
Put his picture at the top (Boom)
Yelling, "Fuck 'em, I got guap" (Ho)
Big old knots (Racks), run or get dropped
She wanna fuck (Huh?), we in the spot
Big old racks, I count 'em out

[Chorus: MO3 & Foogiano]
Like one (One)
Two (Two, nigga)
Three (Three)
Four (Huh? Four)
Five sticks, here they go (Grah, grah, grah)
And I put six in the head, seven days a week, I get that dough (Huh? Huh? Ho)
I poured an eight down in my Fanta, I was tired of pouring fours (Eight, mud, mud)