[Lyric] Mob (Tbi$h)

[Intro: Tbish]
Up in the field
Rambo sealed, Tbish well known tryer
Bishop a well-known tryer

[Verse 1 ]
Slide on your block with a sword
Last time tried even the score
got splashed and three got bored
I don’t know why they chat bad
Ain’t seen no waps
That tool is deadly
See me on the net like (i)Carly
Drop them cameras weren’t no Freddie
Ha
Splash splash
Leave man hopping
Me and bro still hop on peds and cut to the left
And score like Robben
Sauce his top
No pizza topping (Bow)
If its 4 on 4
That’s 4x1 like picture cropping
Its Bishop the striker
Bishop provider
Blades and whips for hire
Fire Fire
Man, just fire (Bow)
Smoke in rentals don’t be gentle
I swear it don’t get no higher
Back then was touring up blocks
I swear we done this shit from prior
Up in the field Rambo sealed
Tbish well know tryer
Bishop a well-known tryer (Ha)
[Bridge: Tbish]
Ha you know what we do
Best out 4, best out K and best out OZ
You know what gangs on
Free the guys, free Sasa
3 up the family
Who started it?
Nah, who done it right

[Chorus: Tbish]
The dot-dots on a rise
(Bow)
No the spin ting weren’t on the glide
Had 3 of them blades
Like Wesley Snipes (Ching Ching)
I’ve seen bad B’s run off and hide
Where’d Mary go?
Weren’t going on rides
Like staircases
Man done that
Who bun that?
Was it 405?
But its more than dials we pressing
Big dot out seven-eleven
It’s 24/7 they pattern a weapon
Ain’t nothing like dance
Just more like chance
When opps get stepping
(Ha)
Slip get caught in the maddest setting
Rain and stepping we get drenching
They got no heart when the tings get hard
Come like the boy there Kevin
[Outro: Tbish]
Niggas really yelling in the mic still
Fuckin ‘ell
(laughter)