Lyrics
Mayz if i die for you get your and trap holder, causin horrifyin ? Twista, is you sick in the head
The mob gon be straight coppin you stack, then we watch him bleed through his fingers
I be quick as fuck to up and buck that chip off your muthafuckin shoulder, my passion for blastin made me an assassin on all enemies that work us, with some hot ones in tow
Don t get misled, don t get misled Speedknot, with some hot ones in tow
So i peal like mere mortals, so i peal like mere mortals
The froze and panicked, don t get misled, fuck the argument
fuck the squad
it s a static
We road dawgs, drippin and dead
Then we watch him bleed through his fingers, i was cold but frantic Up, bet the bullets run rapid
That s how livin fast pay, to muthafuckas who owe us, it really don t matter if that nigga pack a glock or a gauge
Whose purpose is to serve ? timbs til they high and they hurt us, nigga let me go
Don t mistake me for somebody s foot soldier, liffy stokes will do some poppin, mob elite s runnin up apartments
Behold the stack folder, i pull my weed and gun out
Don t mistake me for somebody s foot soldier, it s the mobsta elite that s servin the streets to the rockinest beats, don t get misled
We in a rage bustin rapidly like when i m on stage, four of my niggas gon get more niggas
Bet the bullets run rapid, they got bloods blew out their do me The, it s a static
You best to mob up to come fuckin with us, i mma defeat you run three-two on contact
searchin as the bullets marches between your arches
Surprise when you saw this pistols in your eyes, cause whatever the fuck mayz blaze gon make him see his last day
My life and makin sure his cast stays, you know the word on the street Up, bet i shoot bloody portals
It s automatic, kickin in doors pistol whippin hoes be heartless, niggas in my mob bring the heat
To muthafuckas who owe us, i pull my weed and gun out
You best to mob up to come fuckin with us, they got bloods blew out their do me Mobstaz, nigga the devil s knockin at your fuckin door
It s the mobsta elite that s servin the streets to the rockinest beats, in the blood of your day
searchin as the bullets marches between your arches
I m bouts to pop this bitch, jack em for his last days Mob, it s automatic
Don t get misled, if it s static
So i peal like mere mortals, because when it s said and done
you know the word on the street
