Hangtime Big Jon Da Don & 7endo (Ft. Babyfxce E)

[Intro: Big Jon Da Don]
Yeah
Mob
Don

[Chorus: Big Jon Da Don]
If you ain't talkin' pape', get the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my way, get the fuck out my way
If you diss on the Mob, then your ass better pray
.223s, we gon' spray, yeah, we strapped every day
Got white for the low, I call that Tina Fey
Yeah, that money's my bae, so, lil' bitch, stay away, hah

[Verse 1: 7endo]
I walk in dripped head to toe with my chin up
A full double cup, hopin' I don't get the hiccups
Iceberg wrist on me, yeah, I got my bread up
I'm feedin' my whole team, yeah, my opps are really fed up
Had to Tony Hawk just to get mine
Bitches used to curve me 'til that money made 'em realize
That boy is not a game, he be tearin' up the feline
Between the V line
Dunkin' in that pussy, rewind
Hit it from the behind
Couple chains on me, diamonds lookin' splendid, ayy (Yeah)
Diamond testers always question when I'm spendin', ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
So much drive, remember license was suspended ayy (You dig?)
Enjoy the views, my windows ain't even tinted, ayy (Nah)
I been dodgin' faces, feelin' like The Matrix
I pull up to the scene, I give these hoes a brand new facelift
If niggas fuck with me, I guess my puns'll become racist
I don't got the time to kick it with you fuck boys like some Asics