Onyx & Dope D.O.D. – Piro (feat. Dopey Rotten) (Shotgunz In Hell Album)

[Verse 1: Skits Vicious, Jay Reaper & Dopey Rotten]
What, I don’t give a fuck boy
Middle fingers up to you fuckboys
Onyx D.O.D yeah we MOB boy
D.O.P.E black rock boy
Drop boyz the illest in the ozone
No clone i be bad to the bone holmes
So stoned take a dab of the home grown
Phone home like an extraterrestrial
Out of this world bitch
Your rap shit’s terrible
Talk the talk Walk the walk oh you never do
Chop your head off then i put it on a pedestal
Clean up the tools had a scheme but you never knew
You never knew and you never will know
Crack your window take that Nintendo
Ketamin flow five high five low
Oh psycho five-o die slow
I’m a piro maniac
Ready for the sneak attack
Niggas know the Reaper back
Burning through your speaker set
We ain’t getting weaker yet
Sudden death
100 MAD
Understand
They got us living in the last days

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck
Straight from the brain I’ll be giving you the pain

[Verse 2: Fredro Starr]
(Sounds like the sounds of war)
What, We saying fuck all you bitch niggas
Guns up, we stickin all you rich niggas
Onyx D.O.D take your bitch niggas
When you see us coming better dig a ditch niggas
We put em six feet deep underground yo
(I’m going in for the kill hold me down Dro)
Ey yo i got it Stick I’ma hold it down bro
I kill em all till you won’t hear a sound yo
We black mask it, niggas get blasted
Black suits, black hearse, black caskets
Black boots, bald head, black bastards
We tear the club up niggas yeah we crashed it

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck their live shows I’ve seen better raps on gyro’s
I got that piro nigga my shit go viral
Let that five blow Dro only you and i know
Check your vitals suicide on arrival
Pull ya plug out the socket
Let this club get to poppin
Give a fuck who is watching
Push shove we drop em
I ain’t wanna do it but i did it now it’s done
And i’d do it all again cause it had to be done

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck
Straight from the brain I’ll be giving you the pain

Montana of 300 – Had To Sauce (Don’t Doubt The God Album)

[Hook]
Had to sauce on a bitch
Had to sauce on a bitch
Made her fall from the drip
Now she all on my dick
(4x)

[Verse 1]
I never stop for these hoes
But i might pause on a bitch
Slid down on them hoes
Santa Claus on a bitch
Grew a bead on these hoes
Ricky Ross on a bitch
Still fall with it though
Randy Moss on a bitch
When niggas was hating
She thought i wasn’t making out of them tough
Shawty want to get naked
Yeah i got the sauce and they all want to taste it
Like turbo and o-zone
Im hotter than Satan
They all out of patience
Yeah these bitches falling they want me to chase them
They think ima cut them but my name ain’t Jason
They got me mistaken
A bitch can get nathan
They all on my dick
I can’t get them off me
Shout out to my pops MOB like he taught me
I get bucks like Milwaukee
Drip sauce on whoever cross me
They say im cold
Im icy im frosty
No bitch you can’t call me (?) im salty
They know i was saucy yeah

[Hook]
Had to sauce on a bitch
Had to sauce on a bitch
Made her fall from the drip
Now she all on my dick
(4x)

[Verse 2]
Im to cold for these hoes
Jack Frost on a bitch
Take the breath out a hoe
Check a pulse on a bitch
Big dog on these hoes
Versace draws on my dick
Loving basketball on a bitch
Watch dripping (?) in a wrist
As soon as i walk through the door
I drip like a faucet thats (?)
I step on a hoe
Burned berry sauce on the coal
Still dripping sauce on the flow
So please watch your step
Like Nike bitch i got a check
Fly like i hoped in a jet
I promise im fresh
If we got a problem its that
I let this chopper finesse
Ready for the drama
That 9 on my bro Iguodala
I’ll promise these bitches go blocka
No future dont holla although she see me in designer no bitch we can’t fuck up no commas
She sweat me (no sauna)
She want to eat me like piranhas
And blow like a fan no Katana
Like im at (?)
Get that boy reckted like Obama
And slide on my like some pajamas

[Hook]
Had to sauce on a bitch
Had to sauce on a bitch
Made her fall from the drip
Now she all on my dick
(4x)

Mob freestyle – Lil Bibby lyrics

Lyrics Lil Bibby – Mob freestyle

Yeah I’m MOB, look.

Say they let me in the club, through the back, with the strap
All these strippers on my dick ’cause a youngin’ got them racks
Hell yeah, I move the pack
Hell yeah, I keep a gat
Hell nah, I won’t snitch
And I prolly f*cked your b*tch
And they know I keep it cool
But they know that I switch
And they know I’m MOB
Put my money over chicks
Niggas got them hands out, so I told ’em “suck a d*ck”
I can never get extorted, b*tch I’m dying for this shit
In the field, put my life all in them lines for them shit
Niggas claimin’ that they real, but be lying in this shit I be getting to the guap
Got no time for a b*tch, is you f*ckin’ me or not
My favourite line for a b*tch versuri-lyrics.info
My young nigga savage, my gun automatic
If you want the static, it’s free, you can have it
Pistol, not get me confused with this rappin’
This sum cleaning you know whats happening
I came home from trappin’, all of my hittas they slow
All of my hittas on gold, keep them ..
And I ain’t talkin about hoes ..
Let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now
Used to talk them .38s, its 50 shots .45s now
Used to shoot them .. pistols, niggas die now
Snub nose, 5 shots .. and no knives out.

They wonder how I’m bleeding, disrespect I leave em
Partner hating on me, I say f*ck It I’ont need them
She wanna f*ck on a demon, she wanna swallow my semen
She wanna chill with the gang now, she might just let the whole team in
Leave the b*tch feenin, she might just never see me again
And I just gave my lil brother a .., he the lord that he free again
Free the gorillas but keep all the rats
I love all my killers , I give em the gas
She acting boujee, .. from the bay
Now back to the money, b*tch get out the club.

M.O.B, yeah I’m M.O.B
M.O.B., b*tch I’m M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
M.O.B. , yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
Look , I say , yeah I’m M.O.B
M.O.B., b*tch I’m M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B., M.O.B
Yeah I’m M.O.B. eyy
Look, I say , yeah I’m M.O.B.,
Eyy look.

b*tch I’m .. rocker, Chiraq pistol popper
b*tch I’m with the drama, 100 clip off .. watching for the anacondas
No revolver, we not ducking problems
b*tch I’m with shit, see my .. we gon’ hit
Never went out like a b*tch
Yolo, hop out the whip and I’m dolo
No of these niggas want no smoke
My hittas loco
We get that pipe out of bolo
We get hit with the four four
That’s how we coming, Catch me with all of my youngins
Every car got like a hunnid, Lil’ niggas gunnin
You wanna get into sum, like Andre, my little niggas drummin.

Eyy, eyy, eyy, eyy, look
And they know I’m M.O.B
Eyy, eyy I said they know I’m M.O.B. eyyy.
Lil Bibby lyrics
Video freestyle

G Herbo – Control (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Hello, whats up, I’m in the studio. No, hell no, no, no I don’t got nothing, I’ma call you back, I’ma call you back man, I’ma call you back when I leave the studio

[Hook]
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time

[Verse 1]
She a scorpio
Oh, she like that devil though
Oh, but I can’t let her go
She used to be my homie though
Now act like she don’t know me though
And when I met her it was regular, just sex with her
I’m doing shows but I’m still calling and still texting her
She fuck with me cause I stay real, no I don’t flex to her
In states with different hoes but she couldn’t tell when I laid next to her
But minus that she fuck with Dex, he got that check put up
He used to trap and cop them grams from a connect with her
A lil down bitch, he think she a rider
But she think he a provider
He (?) the designer
Really only fuck with dope boys, couple athletes in the lineup
Let her have the keys if you drive something
She don’t let him fuck if he ain’t buy her nothing
I’m MOB and I let God be my witness
Feds she told everything, don’t let ’em know your business
These bitches

[Hook]
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time

[Verse 2]
Say she ain’t never going back to not having shit
She say she ain’t gave a nigga her heart who ain’t damage it
She say she can’t stand niggas, she say we so scandalous
She say she can’t fall in love, her heart like a mannequin
This bitch just a sack chaser, she got me panicking
Might let a nigga air me out, money all she care about
She just want a new car, she want a new bag
She don’t fuck with last season, she want that new swag
She almost fooled me, I gave myself a news flash
Dex put her on Balmain, ain’t even buy his ass a du-rag
When that paper dried up, that’s when she moved back
These bitches ain’t shit dog, I already knew that
She want jewelry, clothes, and bankrolls, and bank hoes
She just want control in your mind, in your soul
In your time, stop your grind, no more shine, no more hoes
That’s a double wrong, what you focused on?

[Hook]
She want shopping sprees
Oh, she want designer jeans
Oh, she want a wedding ring
Oh, she bringing anything
She can get me anything
She want control of me
Oh, she want a hold on me
Oh, she want my soul from me
She tryna fuck my mind but I don’t have no time