Let 'Em Have It

Let them **** have it, bro

Ready?

Yup, ****

That's your ass, ****

LueWaddup

Why you talkin' like you with it, boy? I know that you a phony

You claimin' that you real, then you gonna have to show me

Never been a bitch, and I put that on my homies

And I been about my shit, ain't nobody ever ho me

I remember I was makin' plays by my lonely

When I was just a youngin' tryna ball like I'm Kobe

You was in the stands, I was really goin' OT

Big Brodie keep a 40 like he addicted to the OE

I've been makin' plays, but I keep that shit lowkey

I don't take a loss if you lane switch on me

You can talk shit but yo' main bitch blow me

And I know it make you mad that yo' main bitch know me

I ain't with the games, bitch, you know that I don't play those

Actin' hella hard but he soft like Play-Doh

I been sippin' lean, you been sippin' on that Karo

I'm a muhfuckin' mack to these hoes like Sayso

Aye, who you foolin', why you lie for?

You ain't never heard a chop sing like a high note

If you sneak dissin' on the MOB, you get fired on

Make that bitch ring like a muhfuckin' iPhone

Aye, bitch, where yo' mans at?

Prolly somewhere hatin' 'cause we win and they can't stand that

****, and I got yo' bitch bringin' chicken in

I'm a cutthroat, you **** sweet like cinnamon

Bitch, I can fuck you and yo' best friend

Hit it from the back, she say, "Damn!", like Kendrick

All my **** slidin', I ain't talkin' bout electric

Big Glock, ****, shit can get hectic

Aye, fuck a bitch, I'ma marry guap

I can't trust shit these hoes tell like the Marriott

Do we lack? Fuck no, bitch, we carry Glocks

Gas pack, magic in the wood, call it Harry Pott'

And it's MOB x CG hittin' big stains

Fat 'Woods, in love with Mary Jane, bitch, I'm Rick James

Young Thug like that **** from the Rich Gang

Strip teasin', leave a **** with some shit stains, bitch!

Real MOB ****, all black the apparel

And I don't do the talkin', pussy, come talk to the barrel

All my **** ain't for nothing, we 'bout it for real

So let a **** disrespect and he bound to get peeled

That **** Bucks about to cut, bitch, you better get back

'Cause if he creepin' on yo' ass, then you know it's a wrap

They all talk, pussy **** be focused on rap

Meanwhile, the MOB up in them streets really uppin' them stacks

I heard yo' **** turned snitch, what a fuckin' disgrace

Gave me a even better reason to get **** erased

I got **** that'll get you gone without leavin' a trace

Watch what you say, spittin' on the MOB is the biggest mistake

I like how **** love to talk but ain't sayin' a thing

You come thru flexin' over here, bet we snaggin' them chains

We quick to peel a **** back if he funkin' with gang

We Call of Duty **** blocks if they think it's a game

I got some killas from the Bay and them **** go manii

I got some eses really loco, they really go brazy

MOB, bitch, we known to give **** the blues

So disrespect, we leave yo' momma cryin' on the News