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Mobster

I'm done with that gang shit

Wack Tony wack pauly

Fuck The fat prick

In my skinny jeans

Were the wap sits

We're the waps hang

And its mad Big

Manbag hope this wap fits

Neighbours use to hate us

Growing up we them bad kids

The police too

Dope boys there go

them trap kids

I had one goal

And that was to get mad rich

Cos growineg we was mad broke

We never had shit

So id trap all night

Posted were them cats is

In the T

Serve them through the gate

Don't let then cats in

Don't let them cats in

If they try intrude

Let my shank swing

Dip him up dip him up

on a mad ting

Kick down the competitions door

Everyman ran in

17

federalies raided my nans crib

Caught me with a semi auto

Loaded hand ting

Rode the bird

Nearly broke my back in

First day on road I was back in

New gun new grub

All night Trapping

Fuck your older

Og's a has bin

Any club

pat me down

Still i get my strap in

Move squaddy on the beat

Chopper and a jeep

That's a homi on ya street

Clean up boys ain't answering

Leave the body at the scene

I ain't roll model

Don't follow in my feet

What ya get is what ya see

Na I ain't stopping for police

If you can't hold a chase

Jump out

need to lose these cars

Before that helicopter comes out

The pettys looking low

We need to de camp before it runs out

I smoke way to much weed

To take run down

Gta a civilian

Tell him yo jump out

My boys anxiety through the roof

He about to bug out

Before I could pull this cunt out

He comes round

One bang one swing

Knocks the cunt out

He ain't dead tho

He be cush When he comes round

We deep init

Really deep in the mud now

This is uncle pauly

And Tony that fat dude

Hack them

Come and wack you

This the mob

This ain't no gang move

Wack her wack him

Then wack you

Fuck it the dog get wack too

Pull up glock 19 in my black suit

The whip black too

4 door remapped,

Clutch work catch who

I want a black hammer

Colt 45

And a grey jeep

And a bitch from page 3

She bugging if she think

She comes before broski

Bitch jump in the back

That's bros seat

Gotta hit them Roads and go t

But Deep down

I wanna go home and go sleep

Stoned out My mind

But I got my knife

So don't approach me

I ant ever put work in

And got cold feet

I ain't never got touched

And called police

It's the streets baby

Itt's what we call beef

Man up

mask up

Hit them cold streets

Do them how they did you

Raw peak and

Let them all see