Mob MO3 (Ft. Foogiano)
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[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)
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)
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