(Prod. Vlex & damn)
LYRICS :

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked 

(MOB2PSYCHO - VERSE)
Like shit god dam 
Clutch in watch me drift this shit
Going 100 in my lane while she suck my dick 
Finna come up on a bag while I up this blick 
Why u acting like a snitch like riddle me shit
Got him feeling kinda dumb cause I fucked his bitch
Making money from the jump like I sell big bricks
On the mic I’m a flu cause I’m way too sick 
Bitch I’m never gone fold cause I been like this 

(ay, ay)
I’m picking pockets 
I hit and drop em 
Talk shit I pop him 
Swing back then sock him 
Cock back I shot him
Lay flat in coffin
This bitch she gothic
My flow atomic
My girl exotic
Flow supersonic
I get it popping 
Like dam I be sicko 
Headshot get popped like a pimple  
Im a go slide go kill that simple 

Like whoah 
Bitch you a hoe
making my money and rolling up dough 
Fuck up a bag now she liking my flow 
And she talk about love told her get out my home 

No cap this hoe really caked up 
Face up 
Bad lil bitch still pretty with no makeup 
Ace up 
Got a big bank and I’m stacking up paper 
Get it right back got a red beam laser 

(EVER - VERSE)
Wait, tell me again, 
I ain’t heard what you said
Got a spliff to my lips 
And a bottle to sip
I’ve been stuntin’, fuckin’, runnin’ up a couple hunnid thousand
Pockets pushing pounds and often Make a sound of cha-ching
What’s on my wrist
You see baby, ba-bling
Prominent figure 
With prominent figures 
I keep it pushing like a trigger finger
I don’t wanna piece 
Of other’s dinner - 
I want the whole plate
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
My blunt and my paper
Fuck is you sayin’? 
Bitch stay in yo lane
Call up the martians 
To take me away
Go hit the bank and 
Deposit a safe’s worth
I’m in the crib with 
my blunt and my paper, Mob

(INFINITY - VERSE)
On my way to meet the devil at the crossroads 
I been searching for him ever since I fucking lost hope
Where did the all time go?
I wish that I could make it slow down
It just keeps passing me by
Like a sign on the highway
But I dont ever read them, cuz I’d rather do it my way
My life been a blur, moving way too fast for time frames

Better take a flic, so you can keep it in your minds eye
125 when I ride, like I’m tryna die
Smokin on a big 3.5 in a backwood
Need it, Want it, Did it, Had too
No limitations theres nothing i cant do
Ion wanna fuck with no bitch thats ran through

(oou)
Aint felt like this in a minute
Cookin im whippin im chef in the kitchen
Hop on the track spit it hot like a skillet
Boil the oil then throw in the chicken

(Like everyday mufucka, you ain't even know. It's 301, or nothing.)

(MOB2PSYCHO - HOOK)
They been staring conversate like who that in the cut 
I be the one walk in the building they like oh my god it’s mob 
Pussy really thought he had me beat but I came back just to fuck shit up
Like run it up 
bust it up 
40 round glock and I keep it tucked

DINERO (feat. Ever & Infinityisdead) *OUT ON ALL PLATS

(LYRICS)
Count 1 2
got 3 in the back
Got a 4 5 let it rip toe tag 
See me coming through the function like pussy like where you at
No im never gon lose lil bitch and now you mad 
go pop off yes im really like that
Ima rockstar booted up might crash
Shawty top notch fitted up tote bag
Bend it over and she love it let her eyes roll back (x2)

Bitch I Pull up then I up my stick I’m sending shots I’m dominant 
Go Hit the running man he walk the plank don’t act so confident 
Im taking beats go rip it up they look at me so prominent 
Like turn it up turn it up come and get it poppin bitch
Got a Glock nineteen finna shoot you out the roof 
I’m a big boss counting money by the blue 
Come and test me i’ll put you right up on the news 
Pussyboi he running back with petty reasons
Unexcused 

So please just walk the talk 
Im a take yo bitch cause i been a dawg 
Like finally i feel like a god
Mothafucka cannot stop me even if i was a fraud 
Dont taunt 
Dont flop 
Better go and get the chop
More ops 
4 glocks 
Cock it back i let it pop
Kick rocks
This mop
Said he keeping up but bitch you in facade 
Been a full time rapper please dont go and disregard 

Count 1 2
got 3 in the back
Got a 4 5 let it rip toe tag 
See me coming through the function like pussy like where you at
No im never gon lose lil bitch and now you mad 
go pop off yes im really like that
Ima rockstar booted up might crash
Shawty top notch fitted up tote bag
Bend it over and she love it let her eyes roll back (x2)

RIP IT UP (prod. acculbed) *OUT NOW ON ALL PLATS

(LYRICS)
Looking at yo bitch grab my hand come n walk with me
Cause you know i got bands up in my pocket like monopoly 
shawty i just want to fuck dont talk about no astrology 
He said he can keep up with my flow boy thats comedy 

HA HA 
Lil bitch yeah i pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the fuck is up 
Pop out with that pistol then i hit you with that double pump 

got my cheese 
Count it up no 1 2 3
Fuck a hoe 
Billy jean 
Michael jack up in the scene 
Its like they cannot believe when i go harder than the beat 
Why you tapping out 
Im spazzing out 
Im turning up the heat 

Bitch im better 
Yeah my fit just like all black vendetta 
Slid in my DM’s and now i slide up in her center 
Finna Band it up 
im cashing out fuck a love letter
Pussyboi thought he was something till i pulled up with berettas 

HA HA 
Lil bitch yeah i pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the fuck is up 
Pop out with that pistol then i hit you with that double pump 

(WUBBA)
pop out at the party with my blicky and my glock
said he talkin trash imma make that shit pop
talkin bout pop imma pop all these xans
said she wanna fuck now where is ur mans aye

reckless talkin bout power now ur headless
why these fuckin pussies tryna talk they are ruthless
these fuckers wanna fight they came back for more
got a toolie by my side imm spray it on their door

call me fuckin rambo im go pop pop pop
go and talk ur shit immma hit all these shots
speeding down ur block got a loaded up beretta
she be riding all night cuz i know be better

HA HA 
Lil bitch yeah i pop it off
Drop top the whip you cant rock with us
Take mine no rest so what the fuck is up 
Pop out with that pistol then i hit you with that double pump

MOB2PSYCHO X WUBBA - MUSTANG N SALLY (PROD. XIAO)

(LYRICS) 
Ay ay,
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough 
Go Write you a check we fuck up some O’s 
Like forty five cops when I hit the road 
So I press the gas and make you look slow 
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold 
I like how it feel I think I want more 
My baby want blood she drinking it slow 

Typing on computers why you talking on the internet 
Baby pull up come and let me get it in
Walk in the rain and she kill like a pro 
Really think that you tough till the blade hit yo throat
I'm a boss too legit when I'm making a phone 
To all of yo bosses I'm getting them rolled
Better watch how you speak better lower your tone 
Swear to god you a mark by the way you a hoe 

Lil bitch I'm feeling great 
like fuck all jakes 
And fuck all the snakes 
I'm making a move 
I'm hitting a stain 
She like how I talk 
She using my slang
Go Biting my lip 
And wanting a taste 
Go look in her eyes 
And watch how I fade 
My baby so bad 
Like look at her face 
She looking me down 
I grab on her waist wait

Baby don't wait i been moving undercover 
I been masked up look away from the shutters
Striking a pose when I'm taking these pictures 
She arching her back looking back like a killer 
Swinging the blade move scary like thriller
AP roll through big pimp babysitter 
45 with a beam Cobain pump triggers
screw loose nut head mufucka I'm a sinner 

Ay ay,
Head to the bank lil bitch I got dough 
Go Write you a check we fuck up some O’s 
Like forty five cops when I hit the road 
So I press the gas and make you look slow 
My girl on demand she grabbing the pole
She loading up clips and making em fold 
I like how it feel I think I want more 
My baby want blood she drinking it slow

GIRL IN BLVCK (prod. astrxcxre)

(LYRICS)
B-B-Bitch I got it in the bag like cant you see me elevate 
asking whats gon happen let me pull up and go demonstrate 
I ride around with sticks we catch him lacking at the interstate 
Who the fuck yo clique like pussy I don't  even know yo name 

Cock it load it tote it 
Sip Promethazine my potion
I'm that asian mothafucka ready posted come and run it 
Finna Kick him like Bruce Lee 
And now he kicking in the bucket 
Try to run away from me 
I promise I wont go and shut it 

I'm talking switch flip big clip yes he finna die lit
Tote guns ripstick posted with the misfits 
Running out of ammo then we finna get yo ribs kicked 
poured a 4 up in my cup and now I'm some sick shit

Lil baby what you mean ? 
I don’t care
Ima pop another bean 
I'm a fiend 
I'm a killer 
But my record clean 
Cocaine 
I’m addicted 
Charlie sheen 
I’m a junkie 
But I’ll put you on a tee 

Blah 
….
Ima put you on a tee 
You a bitch and your girl is for the team 
I’m a junkie 
But she rather be with me 
I make her do a line of ketamine 
Cocaine methamphetamine 
She’s addicted she’s a fiend

B-B-Bitch I got it in the bag like cant you see me elevate 
asking whats gon happen let me pull up and go demonstrate 
I ride around with sticks we catch him lacking at the interstate 
Who the fuck yo clique like pussy I don't  even know yo name 

Cock it load it tote it 
Sip Promethazine my potion
I'm that asian mothafucka ready posted come and run it 
Finna Kick him like Bruce Lee 
And now he kicking in the bucket 
Try to run away from me 
I promise I wont go and shut it 

I'm talking switch flip big clip yes he finna die lit
Tote guns ripstick posted with the misfits 
Running out of ammo then we finna get yo ribs kicked 
poured a 4 up in my cup and now I'm some sick shit

ANARCHY ft. JEEPP (prod. RUBY DREDD)

TECHNO SLUT!! ft. RIP NOVEMBER *OUT ON ALL PLATS

OUT ON ALL PLATFORMS
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