Wats the Mob - Lil B

Drip for the hood, you know what I’m saying?

Burn up for the hood, you know what I’m saying?

Motherfuckers be putting that shit in the microwave

Dipped it in the bowl, microwaved up the blunt, you know what I’m saying?

Burning that water

Also, you know what I’m saying, freeing up the soul for my brothers too,

you know what I’m saying?

Get away from that bullshit, you know what I’m saying?

Waterfront, you know what I’m saying?

Real nigga, keep it wet all day

I know my position, you know what I’m saying?

I know my part

Man, it’s Lil B and niggas biting off my old shit

Nigga that’s my old shit, I’m fresh like the ocean

I’m still up underwater, the goggles on my left side

Bitch, it’s the West side, yeah, that’s the best side

Sit up in the best rides, drivers gon' drive me home

You pussy niggas like roly polys, pissed on holes

I’m froze, bitch my cake right, eat steak every night

I’m deep like Barry White

Girls wanna marry me, bitch you gotta pay the price

I’d rather fuck my jewelry than beat your pussy at night

Got fangs in my teeth, but I promise I don’t bite

Yeah right, speak soft when the time right

Never been a sucker for dough, I’m finer than your nigga, bitch

Hate dealing with bitch niggas, suckers make a nigga sick

Maybe make a nigga split rounds like a fucking dick

Shh, you got a nigga pissed

But I’m scared and I ain’t never piss

I make you drip, drip, drip, drip, drip nigga

I make you drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

I make you, drip, drip, drip, drip, bitch

Yeah, I make you, drip, drip, drip, drip, bitch

You getting money, yeah, you fucking hoes, what?

You a boss, slap backs lil nigga, yeah

This is shit on the right note

They all love a nigga now, cleaner than embro

Slob up on the knob, bopper do your job

Like Young L said, I gotta improv

Bitch, where the scene?

I’m dipped in butter

Bitch, I’m looking cream, lil nigga on his hustle

Riding with my niggas, hope you riding with the muscle

Bitches show up, I’m riding with a muzzle

Smoking on that Russell, Berkeley boys get it in

You stupid if you don’t know that we wit' it

Bitch, we winning, riding on doubles

Lil nigga’s getting money cause a nigga won’t fumble

Bet I won’t drop it, bitch I’m rocking in a puddle

You niggas like puppies with them little nut huggers

Asking no questions, and I’m thinking nothing of it

I’m a real nigga, and naw, I’m not thuggin'

I’m just busting shit, I’ll shoot you fuckers and your cousins

Playing games man?

Um, nigga it’s nothing

Got the gun from Deezle, all my niggas love me

Bitch, I’m Lil Beezy, Team Knoc, what it do?

Technicians get dough, and believe, fan boys what it do?

Crack street, what it is?

Hey, all you street niggas, man, we out here

Hey man, I’m out here like a sports camp, you know what I’m saying?

We rocking man.

Hey, salute all my real niggas to the top

Basedworld Paradise man

I come from a different cloth, the classic shit

A lot of you niggas reppin' shit now, and I ain’t understand it

Niggas done took everybody’s shit, niggas done really fucked up the game,

you know what I’m saying?

I’ma keep it 100. What is the mob, nigga?

Cause I see everybody claiming that

I know everybody can’t be in it…