TFE Sheedo - Mob Lingo (feat. Monopoly Gee)

Gotta stay focus on the check
But niggas don't wanna see me up
It be crazy how my old friends and the opps does be teamin' up
Bullets just like icy hot
Cause when they hit they gone freeze you up
When they comin' out the pipe
Them bitches hot like chlamydia
Yeah these hoes would set you up
So why you out here believin' em
They left me when I was down
They can't come back when they see me up
I get my own style
My own wave
My own drip
So when they see me
They know I be mobbin' wit the sticks
And I just want the bag
But you looking for fame and shit
And if he violate we leaving with he brain and shit
We put a hole up in his face if he act out
He actin' like a bad man
So we spinnin' with the macs out
You would think I is a Civic
Cause a nigga quick to crash out
Think I is a mouse
Cause all a nigga want is cheese
Linin' up he top wit the chop
It got a beam
Swing that cutta round
And spin the block like a frisbee
Hit niggas back to back like Lebron in Miami
These niggas out here capping
Tryna play bad for fame
Don't care bout ya boyfriend
'Cause we know that he is a lame
And that gyal is a hoe
Boy she done run through the whole team
Knock out he thoughts
And let that shit hang like dreads
Paint he block like Picasso
Connect dots on he head
He claim he steppin' on shit
But that nigga really scared
Think this 40 is a pencil
'Cause I fill him up with lead
He do that shit for attention
That nigga ain't really street
Slappin' up bout when he catch me
But that day ain't never come
Anytime they sendin' smoke
Boy you know I never run
She looking lil foreign
I tryna figure out where she from
She grip that stick like a rider
And let fifty out the drum
She thuggin' and she sweet just like a sugar plum
Every time I get up on the beat
You know I goin' dumb
Tryna blow up and just shine brighter than the sun

Brighter than the sun
Them bullets warm a nigga up like he under the sun
From it's smoke my niggas rushing through just to make sure ya done
My niggas be on that bullshit like that nigga Kriss Dunn
That beef ain't over until somebody mommy cooking souse
Can't mind these pussies slappin' up
Cause they ain't really on shit
Can't trust a bitch who say they loyal they turn out to be babbits
Spinnin' on niggas bends
Started to become my main habit
Cause niggas already know
That Monopoly is a savage
Couple shots out the glock leave a nigga in a casket
Coroners come to zip ya dead ass up just like a jacket
When I catch the opps lackin' I ask them niggas what's happenin'
So bitch what's poppin'
You was talkin' tough on the net now I finally catch you
Choppa doing yoga the way the bullets fucking stretch you
Put a bag on ya head and tell them niggas to come get you
This glock sensitive
Come to close
Them bullets comin' at you
From he send the addy my steppers comin' to hunt you down
They got couple dracs and them bitches be holdin' a hundred rounds
I don't advise a nigga to play round
Cause them things be round
And from a nigga play round
He body gettin' lost and not found

Written by:
Antonio Clarke, Rasheed Dewar

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