More and More

Tuned up
Uh, ayy, Jugg
Turn me up, Jugg
Ayy, Breeze
I love y'all
Mob, mob
Turn me up, Jugg
Mob, Jugg
Wop, uh

I be going through more and more and more and more
It be having me stressed out

Ain't do none of this shit for to get me a name
This ain't the type of shit you should test out

Putting rocks on they head 'cause I want all they ass dead
I wanna see something stressed out
Get the fuck out my way, they best route

Getting money, I done made niggas

I remember days when I was left out
My niggas stepping on niggas for nothing
If you better than me, nigga, don't say nothing
Hit an opp in his top, get ghost on the run
Nigga talked out his neck, got folded with a drum
We the ones run the city, we the ones go dumb
Nigga wouldn't stop talking, so we chopped off his tongue
Nigga wanna be a burger, I'ma put him on the bun
Nigga tried to be a dog, so I treat him
Like a chump, uh (Juggass nigga, mob)

Shit, every day, every day, I be on it
Can't go for anything, I ain't easily influenced
I was crying for help, but I kept getting blowed
Breezy and Jugg my dogs for sure

Throw you my heart out, I call you my bro
To tell you the truth, we ain't letting shit go

Shots out that Glock, lean him back like he limbo
I thought they was with me, that's how I got switched on
Still on the 'yo, nigga, that's where I been going
Knock off the nigga who shot me, I'm still on it
She see my dick, say, "Daddy, can I sit on it?"
I'm in this shit, staying up, niggas know it
I ain't been seeing my son, but I'm blowing
Why did I fuck and I knew she was going?
In public and I got these motherfuckers showing

I be going through more and more and more and more
It be having me stressed out
Ain't do none of this shit for to get me a name
This ain't the type of shit you should test out

Putting rocks on they head 'cause I want all they ass dead
I wanna see something stressed out
Get the fuck out my way, they best route

Getting money, I done made niggas
I remember days when I was left out
My niggas stepping on niggas for nothing
If you better than me, nigga, don't say nothing
Hit an opp in his top, get ghost on the run
Nigga talked out his neck, got folded with a drum
We the ones run the city, we the ones go dumb
Nigga wouldn't stop talking, so we chopped off his tongue
Nigga wanna be a burger, I'ma put him on the bun

Nigga tried to be a dog, so I treat him like a chump, uh, uh, uh

I'm on a whole lot of mob shit, uh
Any nigga that get out of pocket getting boxed in
You working the trappers like a store and you get clocked in

Twenty-four seven selling dope, beat the block in
Point at his neck or his chest, blow his top in

Bando get to blowing, hit the mall and they shopping
Try to tell niggas that I'm slime, we ain't locking
I was trying with a bitch, they let another nigga fuck
I ain't hiding what I got, I'm in love with the buck

I ain't lying, on bro, I'ma send your ass up
Niggas bird then duck soon as Wop up
You don't know Sad Wop, bitch nigga, that's me
You don't get a whole bag, gotta get an eighth piece
I ain't tripping, I got that forty two with me
I been slipping, it's time for me get back to business, mob

Mob
Mob
Mob
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