Mob Life

My room is full of that smoke

Im fucking high, delusional

Let the motherfucking gun bust, South side

In the color of my rag I trust, rush

Hand em these for the fuck of it

I smoke weed for the fuck of it

Tonight getting high

Then I might be focused on my hustling

Two bad bitches that I just met

Too bad bitchs got a husband

Sucios life, trust me, I give them love, nothing

Im from the rugged ass streets

Where motherfuckers die when the going gets me

45 on the waist, bandana on the face, robbery

Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life

Rolling blunts, load the guns

My enemies, its on sight

That bang, bang, bang,

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

Turn off the lights, load em up

Load em up

This once for the copper, Escobar and that Pablo

Music for them D boys, musica for them narcos

Dollar bills, dollar bills, the king so sick I need to pop a pill

Success feels good, I tell you how I feel

Baby, guns come to money in a power will

Too deep in, you too abused, can you count a mill?

And another mill, I need a hundred more

My bitch counting money, we could flood the floor

I need blood so I went hit the store

Called them to the beat, said I needed some more

A 1 8 to the 714 Sucios with that mob life

Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life

Rolling blunts, load the guns

My enemies, its on sight

That bang, bang, bang,

Bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

Turn off the lights, load em up

Load em up

Sucios with that mob life, Sucios with that mob life

Rolling blunts, load the guns

My enemies, its on sight