Mob Guys Lyrics – Young Stoner Life, Young Thug

Read the full Mob Guys lyrics by Young Stoner Life and Young Thug from the album Slime Language 3 along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Young Stoner Life’s music, you can also explore What’s Up Mami and ØWAYSL, two other songs by Young Stoner Life.

[Intro: Biggs Money]
Woah, woah
Uh, uh, let’s go
Yeah, woah

[Chorus: Biggs Money]
Play with this s*it, you get hogtied
Play with this s*it, I swear you get hogtied
I’m having mob ties, I’m a real monster, I swear I’m a mob guy
My car having frog eyes, I got the (??), I swear that they all (??)

[Verse 1: Biggs Money]
I got Bentley on the truck, I wanna chop the head
Give a fu*k about them n!ggas, I’m with the mob (??)
And then I seen the ho text, I left her on read
Question me ’bout this ho and I push back
I put nut on this b!tch, put her straight to bed
Ain’t no thing about what I said, you heard what I said
Even (??) having stripes, though
I be blazing, I don’t need no lighter
He on life support, that boy a fighter
Bro (??), hе get higher
I don’t lie to no b!tch, I’m no liar
I can’t sanction no b!tch, I ain’t no choir
I gеt play for that s*it, I ain’t a buyer
I’m (??) right now, I want higher
You got (??), I ain’t pushing and shoving
When I’m done, I give her the budding
And your b!tch giving (??)
Diss the thot (??) the fact that she love me
Kindergarten, man, my ho, she with the cutters
So much, she calling me hubby

[Verse 2: Quavo]
Took a G6, now she a eater
I put fine s*it in a two-seater
Dripping water, they better call (??)

I just fu*ked on this b!tch, you can keep her
I’ma switch up the drip every season
Pour me more of the drank, I ain’t leaning
Call Tiff’ for the label, ain’t screening
Give her some more and she get to fiending
Fu*k it, hold on, that b!tch a demon
Fu*k it, hold on, that b!tch, she eating
Fu*k it, hold on, that b!tch, she blazing
Fu*k it, hold on, putting the Chrome on
(??), shawty a loaded, huh
My n!ggas pull up with motion
Don’t walk in here, broke, s*it, my n!ggas gonna expose you

[Verse 3: Lil Unky]
Pop me a (??), double cups, I’m on the drank
I’m rocking (??), screaming, ” Free Problem, n!gga, rush”
I’m done rocking skinnies, put the Chrome Hearts with the vintage
We standing on business, keep the Chrome on in the city
Twenty hoes on the floor, she litty
Get the hoes and they sisters, they kissing
Fine b!tches, they with it
Come with the blazer, know how we kick it
Run through a tank, that’s my intention
Still got the bando, we serve out the window
Still having chicken, serve you a pigeon
The runner is full, I’m riding with a sentence
Me and (??), coming through hitting
My windows, they tinted, no, I don’t listen
Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of thousands from serving the trap
No, it’s no limit
When you serving, huh, don’t get nervous
When you working, them hoes lurking

[Chorus: Biggs Money]
Play with this s*it, you get hogtied
Play with this s*it, I swear you get hogtied
I’m having mob ties, I’m a real monster, I swear I’m a mob guy
My car having frog eyes, I got the (??), I swear that they all (??)

[Outro: Quavo]
Fu*k it, hold on, that b!tch, she blazing
Fu*k it, hold on, putting the Chrome on