IN THE MOB - Damedot, Peezy

I’m drunk as hell, it’s two somethin', this ice cost like two somethin'

Bitch, Peezy hit my line late as hell, he got two runners

She turnt it to a challenge, tryna suck me like a cucumber

I heard you got the Wocky jawns and I need a few of 'em

Goonie called me with some orange heads, I need a few hundred

I ran off on a nigga out the way, got a new number

Bitch, I’m in the mob, you can call me Joe Pesci

Straight Talk gettin' hectic, gettin' neck while I’m textin'

I’ll pull off, let off a hundred, send a message

If I spin a nigga street, I’ma hit him with the extras

Bitch, it’s Damedot the bank teller, ball like I’m Mayweather

I chose the straight drop over your bitch 'cause it taste better

Meech VS’d the rose gold 'Dweller and I iced my buffies

I can’t give a bitch the whole dick 'cause she gon' say she love me

Cute bitches come dime a dozen, swear to God they love me

I can leave the house with no jewelry, still look like I’m flooded

Fuck her brains out, now I’m actin' funny

I can’t even think about a bitch 'cause I’m thinkin' money

It ain’t least a thirty, nigga, why you up it?

Hit girly, hit her BFF, got them bitches puzzled

We lied to the world, now we kissin' cousins

She heard my cologne cost a roll, so she wanna hug me

My bitch got on VLONE, but when it come to some friends, it’s fuck 'em

To you niggas, it could mean the world, but to me, it’s nothin'

It all started in the basement

Skip a couple years, now we got money by the cases

Turned a corner, they ain’t see me, got 'em askin', «Where the Wraith went?»

Closed casket at the funeral, got 'em askin' where his face went

Bitch, I’m in the mob, you need a membership to get in

Bought the 'Vette, but couldn’t drive it, had to lose some weight to fit in

Gate surround the crib, bitch, you gotta show your face to get in

Man, I ain’t fuckin' with you niggas, that’s the type of space I been in

I can leave the crib without no jewelry, still got on a hundred

State to state, I’m goin' on tour, green face presis like I’m goin' to war

All these dead presidents, I own a morgue

Supreme season, new Supreme on, shit look like velour

Sick of niggas rappin' 'bout shit they know they can’t afford

Junkie said I came a long way, I pulled up in that foreign

Fuck her brains out, now I’m actin' funny

I can’t even think about a bitch 'cause I’m thinkin' money

It ain’t least a thirty, nigga, why you up it?

Hit girly, hit her BFF, got them bitches puzzled

We lied to the world, now we kissin' cousins

She heard my cologne cost a roll, so she wanna hug me

My bitch got on VLONE, but when it come to some friends, it’s fuck 'em

To you niggas, it could mean the world, but to me, it’s nothin'