Mob - Intellectual

[Verse 1: ohsmithhh]

I'm with the gang, we posted outside

Bitch askin' me for a ride, bitch I dont care if you die

Bitch I dont care if you sign, different place, new time

I really been up on my grind, yeah we aim for his mind

Hit him up on his line, hit his shit, I ain't kind

Cuz i'm posted with the mob, no talk when we rob

No flock when we drop, cuz we posted with the mob

Cuz we posted with the mob

I really had that bitch sob, but i'm still runnin' up checks

Askin' yo bitch, "what is next?"

Askin' yo bitch over text

Yeah, i'm stackin' all my fuckin' racks (I'm stackin' all my fuckin' racks)

Yeah, i'm shippin' out all these fuckin' packs

Damn, I want all of that cash

Slap that bitch right on her ass

Sippin Bacardi, dont ask

I'm drinkin' like it's my last

Leave that bitch in the past, cuz I don't even give a shit

Takin' a shot, go get a hit

Go the mall and drop a fit

I'm always spendin' shit

Yeah, i'm always gettin' lit

Uh, Uh

Feel like i'm Von, the Glock holdin' 50

Know that you scared, runnin' round in yo city

Swervin' the shoulder, the lean ima mix it

Shouldn't prescribe it, know i'm still sippin'

Off of that bean to feel like i'm trippin'

Be talkin' that shit so you know we got hit him

She said that she love me, she love how i'm winnin'

Up it with smith and he uppin' that Smith and

She said she love me, I told her "I didn't"

I just want money, it sound like a fetish

I'm poppin' off Xannies, that bitch ain't prescripted

They call me a menace, the way I pop meds

I go ahead and aim right for yo head

Aim with that scope and I knock off yo lid

Knock off yo talk, now that mothafucker dead

I don't keep my mouth closed, I talk shit

Go ahead, I might fuck yo bitch

And she wanna come over, come over for a lil' bit, then you dip

Ima go fuck that lil' bitch, Ima hide her from the crib