"MOB BOSS" lyrics
Hey, ha
Yeah she call me, (Ha)
Yeah she call me, ah
Yeah, brrt
Yeah she call me, Mob Boss
She caught me sending hate
She caught me counting up the guap
She caught me in the shower
Bleach, cleaning up the mop
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life
She can't even look me in the eye (Huh)
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong but she never leave (Huh)
Washing out the blood with the Hennessey
They said I was a dead man, but I guess I'm back
She heard I'm a mob boss
She heard I get them niggas whacked (Pow)
I just turnt to Jack Harlow, 'cause the suspect black (Hahaha)
I just turnt to Harry Styles, they won't stop me for this shank
Mob Boss gotta switch my identity
I got a light skin ting, yeah, she Tennessee
Benz P, I'ma gas her like kerosene
She begging please, tryna stop me from the killing spree
I hear your pleads, niggas playing with my empathy
I hear your pleads, niggas out her disrespecting me
Turn around, close your eyes when the semi squeeze (Chyeah)
Yeah she call me, Mob Boss (Pow)
She caught me sending hate
She caught me counting up the guap (Ha)
She caught me in the shower
Bleach, cleaning up the mop (Brrt)
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life (Yeah-yeah)
She can't even look me in the eye
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong but she never leave (Chyeah)
Doo, doo, doo, doo
[?] ah fi me (Pow)
Doo, doo, doo, doo
[?] ah fi me (Bloodclot)
Doo, doo
Oh you wan' bark up the tree?
Know semi bad, me put a Mac through ya spleen
Make my shooter stand down, 'til I give him the green
Mob boss turn my gang to the [?] (Come on)
Disrespect me then you're getting [?] Idi Amin
Keeping an inch 'round my waist, I ain't talking jeans
Boy get pinched with the Rambo, like a dream
Turn the spot to a church, 'fore I leave
Gotta turn the spot to a mosque, 'fore I leave
I gotta say a prayer for all the sins, all the grieves (Ha)
Yeah she call me, Mob Boss
She caught me sending hate
She caught me counting up the guap (Guap)
She caught me in the shower
Bleach, cleaning up the mop
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life
She can't even look me in the eye (Huh)
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong but she never leave (Chyeah)
Yeah she call me, (Ha)
Yeah she call me, ah
Yeah, brrt
Yeah she call me, Mob Boss
She caught me sending hate
She caught me counting up the guap
She caught me in the shower
Bleach, cleaning up the mop
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life
She can't even look me in the eye (Huh)
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong but she never leave (Huh)
Washing out the blood with the Hennessey
They said I was a dead man, but I guess I'm back
She heard I'm a mob boss
She heard I get them niggas whacked (Pow)
I just turnt to Jack Harlow, 'cause the suspect black (Hahaha)
I just turnt to Harry Styles, they won't stop me for this shank
Mob Boss gotta switch my identity
I got a light skin ting, yeah, she Tennessee
Benz P, I'ma gas her like kerosene
She begging please, tryna stop me from the killing spree
I hear your pleads, niggas playing with my empathy
I hear your pleads, niggas out her disrespecting me
Turn around, close your eyes when the semi squeeze (Chyeah)
Yeah she call me, Mob Boss (Pow)
She caught me sending hate
She caught me counting up the guap (Ha)
She caught me in the shower
Bleach, cleaning up the mop (Brrt)
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life (Yeah-yeah)
She can't even look me in the eye
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong but she never leave (Chyeah)
Doo, doo, doo, doo
[?] ah fi me (Pow)
Doo, doo, doo, doo
[?] ah fi me (Bloodclot)
Doo, doo
Oh you wan' bark up the tree?
Know semi bad, me put a Mac through ya spleen
Make my shooter stand down, 'til I give him the green
Mob boss turn my gang to the [?] (Come on)
Disrespect me then you're getting [?] Idi Amin
Keeping an inch 'round my waist, I ain't talking jeans
Boy get pinched with the Rambo, like a dream
Turn the spot to a church, 'fore I leave
Gotta turn the spot to a mosque, 'fore I leave
I gotta say a prayer for all the sins, all the grieves (Ha)
Yeah she call me, Mob Boss
She caught me sending hate
She caught me counting up the guap (Guap)
She caught me in the shower
Bleach, cleaning up the mop
She said I'm wrong, I need to see her life
She can't even look me in the eye (Huh)
Keep me a dirty Diana (Huh)
Pouring up a red tropicana (Huh)
And she know I'm wrong but she never leave (Chyeah)
Writer(s): Lance O Omal, Kameron Vincent Hessing
