Lyrics Mob on Em - Lunacie

Nigga Really
Nigga Really
Nigga Really
Nigga really pimpin' I'm aggressive with my ism
Pocket full of money and I'm on my way to get some
Y'all forgot the sickness
Y'all don't know the symptoms
Turn the hardest nigga that you know into a victim
Bitch ass niggaz like to hate on me a lot though
I got a clip with hollow tips and 30 shots though
And ya bitch is a fan of The Rock though
She want my Mankind in her mouth like Socko
Bitch I don't care about your threats I've been a dead man
Police never caught me I'm the Gingerbread Man
Came in with the Method like Redman
Nigga got married to the money like Steadman
Bitch nigga why is everybody so hard
Nigga why is yo bitch in my car
She put her tongue in that hole in my drawls
Whipped it round my dick
Now she lickin' my balls, good lawd

You gone make my nigga have to put you on a T-Shirt
Blap blap blap
Skee-Skirt Skee-Skirt Skee-Skirt
You niggaz ain't pimpin'
Ain't clutchin'
Ain't slidin'
I'ma have to teach these new niggaz bout Mobbin
Bitch it goes down
My nigga my nigga though
I'll bring the whole town
My nigga my nigga though
Bitch it goes down
My nigga my nigga though
I'll bring the whole town
My nigga my nigga though
Mob On Em

Excuse my French bitch but I'm fluent in it
They made a gumbo of game and I'm stewin' in it
This 40 not Peter Griffin but I'm Stewy with it
If you ain't finna buss that thang what u doin' with it
They get nervous when u slide wit a crew uh niggaz
It's even worse when I'm solo what I do to niggaz
Bada-Bing I'll fettuccine ya noodle nigga
Split u apart & wasn't even taught to do division
Mob on em
See I could have somebody get you but see that's a fee
But he'll never say nothin see that's assassin's Creed
My brain be leavin' em puzzled my mind's a master piece
I'm a master p wit no limit like Master P
And you might really hear some shots you comin' after me
Everybody a shooter shit that's just a fact to me
They told me snitch on myself cause they not a fan of fantasy
Well you can casually turn into a casualty

You gone make my nigga have to put you on a T-Shirt
Blap blap blap
Skee-Skirt Skee-Skirt Skee-Skirt
You niggaz ain't pimpin'
Ain't clutchin'
Ain't slidin'
I'ma have to teach these new niggaz bout Mobbin
Bitch it goes down
My nigga my nigga though
I'll bring the whole town
My nigga my nigga though
Bitch it goes down
My nigga my nigga though
I'll bring the whole town
My nigga my nigga though
Mob On Em