Move Like the Mob - Zoey Dollaz, Young Thug, Lil Durk

I don’t give a fuck about niggas

I don’t give a fuck about bitches

Young nigga want this money

Yeah a young nigga gon' get it

Bitch I move like the mob

Bitch I move like the mob

Bitch I move like the mob

Yeah nigga, we the mob

I don’t give a fuck about niggas

I don’t give a fuck about bitches

Young nigga want this money

Yeah a young nigga gon' get it

Bitch I move like the mob

Bitch I move like the mob

Bitch I move like the mob

Whole gang, we the mob

Yeah nigga, we the mob

Broke bitch get a job

Fuck nigga stop hating

I put a hole in your top

You ain’t nothing like the gang nigga

Fuck niggas want to bang with us

Keep playin', get your head popped

Your body drop when the leg pop

Naw nigga, this is real life

We ain’t just talkin' hip hop

Bitch I look like a god

This lame nigga he a fraud

300K on the foreign

Yeah bitch, that’s a house

Niggas tough on the internet

In person they quiet like mouse

I fuck your bitch in the mouth

Had them shooters laying on your house

When them shots get to hit your stomach

You gon' hold that shit like a pouch

Boom, you gon' hold that shit like a pouch

Yeah nigga we the mob

Watch what’s comin' out your mouth

Bitch, look at my cars

Bitch, look at my broad

Lot of racks on my squad

Bitch, look at the garage

Let’s have us a menage

Let’s look at these hearts

Got a lot of money, on god

Bleedin' no bandage, on god

Ice on froze, unthaw

Dice shootin' dice on your boy

Pivot, long socks, young boss

Droptop Phantom, living large

Droptop talkin' to the god

Got a new panoramic for the Porsche

Bitch, look at my cars

Bitch, look at my broad

Lot of racks on my squad

Bitch, look at the garage

Let’s have us a menage

Let’s look at these hearts

Got a lot of money, on god

Bleedin' no bandage, on god

Ice on froze, unthaw

Dice shootin' dice on your boy

Pivot, long socks, young boss

Droptop Phantom, living large

Droptop talkin' to the god

Got a new panoramic for the Porsche

I fuck with the gang, I be with the rods

I fuck with the mob, my killers be robbin'

These rappers is targets, the plug’s a target

You police, you sorry

I put my guns in apartments

We run a train on your BM

And she be all in my DM

You stomp 'em out in some weak Timbs

You know what it is when we see him

Headshot, boy you test me

We in Miami on jet skis

Hairpin trigger, don’t test these

Rich nigga had a shootout in a Bentley