Numba 1 No Savage

[Intro]
Mob Mob Mob Mob Mob Uh
Uh Uh Uh
Mob Mob

[Hook]
I just flew to Cali sit down wit’ the plug uh I’m a run it up
I’m a ship em 50 bags to the whole mob pray that they don’t fuck it up
I heard niggas got the drop where I’m layin’ at so I gotta get the fuck
They gon’ paint the image like I’m dumb
I’m the top of my city I’m number one
Any job that they give me I get it done
I ain’t spendin’ this money for fun uh uh
I can’t keep fuckin’ it up ‘cause one day I might have a son uh uh
I still post by the Curb ‘cause I got that shit they be wantin’
Crazy how a nigga beefin’ wit’ me ‘cause I wasn’t tryin’ front him
I ain’t playin’ no games I’m gettin’ you left

[Verse]
I’m the coach of the game bitch I ain’t no ref
I could give you the ins and the outs, I could teach you the less’
If you listen to me nigga you gon’ progress
I’m the gangstest nigga the bitch ever met
I’m steady on money but still got stress
Why would I be mad if you fuckin’ my ex
I ain’t no blood but the switch on the Glock go blat blat (mob)
We ain’t gon’ talk ‘bout what we on
I gotta her wit’ a bust down patek on
Only give her the dick ‘cause I like how she moanin’
Dick in the bitch & breakin’ her bones
Gotta whole deuce of wock’ in the bottom of the styrofoam
You niggas talkin’ too much on them jails phone
You ain’t callin’ bout money then leave me alone
Bet you thought was over but nigga it’s not
Get the drop on my man then I’m gettin’ him got
He got one to his top now it’s blood [?]
I paid for the hit ain’t no strings attached
Bitches burning niggas dick like 4th of July
I ain’t never get burned I’m a hell of a guy
I done slung so much dick got em wondering why uh uh
If they mad that I’m real, what they me to lie
It’s involving the feds then I gotta lie
What my last bitch did put a tear in my eye eye eye
If you fuck wit’ my opps then I hope that you die
I’m mad as a bitch why the fuck did I try
Shit on they ass they not on my time (shit on they ass)
And I’m so deep in that water
Finding out my own man informing
And after I finish I bet you we all be up
From da Yo’ to the Blow I’m a get all my mans up
We lost a package then we got it back like State Farm
How you sayin’ you humble and can’t even stay calm
Shoot that tactical Glock think I’m playin’ wit’ a ray gun
I can feel whenever that hate come
I don’t pay no fuckin’ mind where it come from
Where I’m from we totin’ dracs wit’ big drums