"Mob Business" lyrics

Uh-uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, they know
Huh, it's my business, nigga
Hmm, look

We was hard-headed, underrated, cold-hearded
Now they hate us, for the fact we made it the furthest (Niggas better than niggas)
Ninth-grader, when the feds made him a target
He don't wanna do no wrong, just imitatin' his father
Cop foreign, straight A, and Dodge Charger (Skrrt)
Brand new Glocks and Drac's, they can't harm us (Hahaha)
True mobsters, smoke up, like weed rosters
No impostors, look out, the streets watchin'
Seen profits, it's beef, we bring chopsticks (Dat-dat-dat)
Many Glocks spit, the switch is spittin' hot shit (Brr)
Know we locked in, from Harlem, way to Bompton
And we top ten, on blogs, we be the topic
Tell 'em stop it, we got it, them niggas dropped it
Did a Gangsta Grillz with Drama, soon as I hopped in
Steak and lobster, spilled blood over this pasta (Dat-dat-dat-dat-dat)
Used to play the rock with my niggas, I feel like Hoffa

Nigga, this mob business (They know)
And I don't trust no niggas if it ain't my niggas
You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, nigga
Nigga screamin' it's love, but he ain't ride with us
He ain't ride, uh, it's do or die, nigga
Just give me teflon love, until we die, nigga (Teflon love)
Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you (BSF)
Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you
You know I'm ridin' with you, they know, uh

We could ride on these niggas or we could walk and get 'em
Fish-scale and the snorkel, when I had Porsche visions
Took a block, then another block (Facts)
Now it's another drop in another spot
Yeah, you fuckin' with niggas that get your brother popped (What up?)
Cartel shit, keep the L lit, I get his song, but never sell shit
I've been totin' niggas, I never tell shit (Never)
Never mind, mind can't see what it never finds (Uh-uh)
Ten plugs in the room, makes it eleven lines (Get it?)
Probably outside, in a Porsche that is lemon-lime
No, I ain't a Blood or a Crip, but I can send a sign
They think I'm sayin' "Bye" (Bye), I'm really sayin' "Bye"
That's the Buffalo, the Yonkers, express full pie
Colombian necktie, a hundred shots fly
But I'd rather stay low, be cool, and get high

Nigga, this mob business (They know)
And I don't trust no niggas if it ain't my niggas
You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, nigga
Nigga screamin' it's love, but he ain't ride with us
He ain't ride, uh, it's do or die, nigga
Just give me teflon love, until we die, nigga
Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you
Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you
You know I'm ridin' with you, they know, uh (The Butcher comin', nigga)

I'm pickin' sides for my niggas, if I don't fuck with you, they won't
It's vice versus so, sometimes I went into they smoke
I knew them niggas lit, but I really get in this shit (I do)
These rap niggas fallin' out about who you take pictures with (What?)
I build bonds, lil' niggas, some from bettin', some flippin' bricks
These industry niggas fifty-fifty, they hit or miss (Damn)
Niggas mad at Butch' for shit that they didn't get
For ten years, I've been payin' for lawyers and sendin' pics (Huh)
At the hospital bed, by my dawg when they paralyzed me (Remember that?)
For that, we went through niggas hoods, and we terrorized 'em
I got fifty guns, HK's and a pair of llama's
Ayy, security, which trap's legal? It's marijuana (Huh)
Gettin' cash in my city, so if they askin' 'bout Benny
I got a stack full of benny's, take a bad bitch to Denny's (Bad bitch to Denny's)
Yeah, and it's for my nigga Duffel
This BSF shit for life, I'll see you in a couple (Let's go)

Nigga, this mob business (They know)
And I don't trust no niggas if it ain't my niggas
You gon' die in the middle, so pick a side, nigga
Nigga screamin' it's love, but he ain't ride with us
He ain't ride, uh, it's do or die, nigga
Just give me teflon love, until we die, nigga
Whether right or you wrong, I'm gon' slide with you
Me and you against the world, I'm pickin' sides with you
You know I'm ridin' with you, they know