Artist: Lounge Lo Album: Drop City S.I.M.P.S.O.N. Song: L.O.B. Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Lounge Lo] Uh-huh, huh! That's what's up Aye M.O., what up boy? Ya'll niggas still talking shit Staten Island in this bitch, still O.T.F., niggas Meth, U, up in this bitch... Lounge Mode up in this bitch L.G. up in this bitch, Crunch Lo, Wigs, holla [Lounge Lo] Let's get it popping when we step in these streets, yo I'm hungry for money Don't tell me nothing bout stepping to beef I know you cats like testing the heat, I like the water Only for bodies, and that's why I stress the beach Park Hill's most popular knockalar, Lounge Mode Lo'll hit ya block And throw a shot at ya topera The crack word opera, sling twelves and fifty eights Right by the sixty gates, in New York City state My hood is live, my name is known And the drugs speak for itself like ancient Rome I'm an O.G. with age of chrome, tank top hustle a lot I spaz out and spank yo dome, faggot I heard you walk around fronting with them broken ratchets It's my, my hood, my weed and my bad habits Nigga, just play it man, yo, anybody seen my phone? I gotta call my peoples [Chorus: Lounge Lo w/ ad-libs] L.O.B., L.O.B. L.O.B., L.O.B. [Lounge Lo] Now I'm back with a couple of treats, struggle the streets Stuck with the beef, hit a nigga, watch 'em lose a couple of teeth And it's me and high tech the homey Got some niggas out of town that'll wreck the homey For now, I'm chilling, and ya'll can't break me out Cuz it's a brand new game and I will take you out And I'm, ready and willing, regardless of them three killings I could care less how many dogs is at them three buildings And how much money you make, if I want it, I get it Come in your hood with two birds and flip at the skate I want the mayors money, and if I want it like that For transporting, then I gotta pay the honey For the cocoa leaves, from over seas, she hit the city with I told you, I hustle a lot, and get busy with Damn, son, my battery going dead, son But yo, follow suit with me, man [Chorus w/ ad-libs]