[intro]

What we got?

[verse]

Glocks with blow, the mop will blow his-

Head open, clock the fuckers jaw

Stole the fo’, the hooptie, crash, fuck

Sock the fucker, and i fuck his ho

Dont get it bent, pussy boy, dont get it bent

Imma rip, into yo motherfuckin skull

Deeper than you could ever ever know

Slice the fucker, leave him dead in the snow

WET! i get him WET, like i said, the vets

Will run away when they get word im at they

Fuckin spot and leavin they friends to rot

Whil rockin pglang, hear my Glock pop

Bang bang, im chief keef but in-fuckin-sane

Like sang, imma always make the crowd “WOO!”

On my pop smoke shit, on my fuck the world shit

On my fuckin mom’s imma let the fuckin sword rip

[Chorus]

The mob is back, dont fight the fact, yeah

Grab the mac and make the sky black

The mob is back, dont fight the fact, yeah

Grab the mac and make the sky black

The mob is back, dont fight the fact, yeah

Grab the mac and make the sky black

The mob is back, dont fight the fact, yeah

Grab the mac and make the sky black