Artist: Lil Bibby Album: Free Crack 4 (Mixtape) Song: MOB Freestyle Typed by: AZ Lyrics Yeah I'm M.O.B, look Say they let me in the club, through the back, with the strap All these strippers on my dick because 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 fucked your bitch And they know I keep it cool But they know that I switch And they know I'm M.O.B Put my money over chicks Niggas got them hands out, so I told 'em "suck a dick" I can never get extorted, bitch 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 bitch Is you fuckin' me or not? My favourite line for a bitch My young nigga savage, my gun automatic If you want the static, it's free, you can have it Please do not get me confused with this rappin' This sum cleaning you know what's happening I came home from trappin', all of my hittas they slow All of my hittas on gold, keep them a rachet And I ain't talkin about hoes Pull up and pop at the shows Let me find out where you hiding now, then we slide now Used to tote them.38s, its 50 shots.45s now Used to shoot them hoops, we shootin' pistols, niggas die now Snub nose, 5 shots it's drums in them 9's now Say they wonder how I'm bleeding, disrespect I leave 'em Partner hating on me, I say "Fuck 'em, I don't need 'em" She wanna fuck 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 bitch feenin', she might just never see me again And I just gave my lil' brother a bar, 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, get hit from the back Now back to the money, bitch get out the trap M.O.B, yeah I'm M.O.B M.O.B., bitch I'm M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy M.O.B., yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy Look, I say, yeah I'm M.O.B M.O.B., bitch I'm M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B., M.O.B Yeah I'm M.O.B. ayy Look, I say, yeah I'm M.O.B., Ayy look Bitch I'm Fendi rocker, Chiraq pistol popper Bitch I'm with the drama, 100 clip off in that chopper Watching for the anacondas No revolver, we not ducking problems Bitch I'm with the shit, see my opps then we gon' hit Never went out like a bitch 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' Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, look And they know I'm M.O.B Ayy, ayy I said they know I'm M.O.B. ayy