M.O.B.

Ciaran McDonald, Dom McLennon, Matthew Champion, Ian Simpson

Hey, kids? (Yeah)
How you feelin'? (Fine)
Feel alright? (Yeah)

I wanna be more like a child, they question everything
Like, "Mama, where is your wedding ring?"
The dust still settlin'
Aight then, I'm settled in (pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)

I'm tryna go in
I hope you niggas know it
Young boy I ain't heroic
They hurting, free they soul, bitch
You poor fool think you know it
My boy got the heater loaded
So I don't trip too often
Reporting live from Kaufman
These my dogs for life
Until I see a coffin
Them trees they got me coughin'
I'm riding 'round, I'm cautious
We yelling fuck the law, bitch
We finna get it started
We youngin' and we wylin'
That bread keep multiplying
That pain just keep on coming
Bring that holy water
We fucking underwater
We jacking off each other
On the beach then cum in the water
That's that holy water
That's that Florida shit
That 305 that gwalla gwalla
Might not see tomorrow
Wash the evil from your heart
That's a verse I borrowed
See y'all boys tomorrow

We bring the mob out
We finna mob out
Fuck around leave your jaw down
Leave your jaw down
Ayy, we bring the mob out
Ayy, we finna mob out
Fuck around leave your jaw down
Ayy, leave your jaw down
We bring the mob out
We finna mob out
Fuck around leave your jaw down
Ayy, leave your jaw down
Ayy, we bring the mob out
Ayy, we finna mob out
Fuck around leave your jaw down

I'm that nigga from the east side ready to bang out on your set
I do not care 'bout who in front of me if they ain't handin' checks
Holding my dogs down to the right and I got my baby to the left
Both of 'em been on high alert for any sign of disrespect
So where your head at player?
You in the mud or you in the clouds?
You with your plug when the shit went down?
Now you both got blood that you can't get out
Hope we don't drown, niggas is clowns
But ain't no ringleader in that circus
Rollin' up dreams, smoke away my purpose
How a nigga hollow with a bulletproof surface, damn

Push start baby, like she drive a Benz truck
You ain't got no money, she don't wanna link up
And if he fuck up it's one call to the mob
Pull up 'round the corner, yeah we make the block hot

No reassurance, this here I burn it
I got insurance for the way this 'bout to shock the system
'Bout that action , blow the pistons
Cut ties better learn bout subtraction
Can't keep the bug get out my system
What we missin'
Need that boom, boom, boom, boom
Drop it out

We bring the mob out
We finna mob out
Fuck around leave your jaw down
Ayy, leave your jaw down
Ayy, we bring the mob out
Ayy, we finna mob out
Fuck around leave your jaw down
Ayy, leave your jaw down
Yeah, we bring the mob out (bring the mob)
We finna mob out (finna mob)
Fuck around leave your jaw down (leave your jaw)
Ayy, leave your jaw down
Ayy, we bring the mob out (bring the mob)
Ayy, we finna mob out (finna mob)
Fuck around leave your jaw down (leave your jaw)
Ayy, leave your jaw down
Yeah

Did it last night
I heard you say (heard you say)
Love them all but dying
'Cause that was in the way
Well, if you don't mind
I think I'll leave (I think I'll leave)
Leave them all together
Means everything to me

Trivia about the song M.O.B. by BROCKHAMPTON

When was the song “M.O.B.” released by BROCKHAMPTON?
The song M.O.B. was released in 2020, on the album “TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES”.
Who composed the song “M.O.B.” by BROCKHAMPTON?
The song “M.O.B.” by BROCKHAMPTON was composed by Ciaran McDonald, Dom McLennon, Matthew Champion, Ian Simpson.

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