M.O.B
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
MOB, put your grands first
MOB, put your grands first
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Don't mix me with those rap nerds
Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
MOB, put your grands first
MOB, put your grands first
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Don't mix me with those rap nerds
Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas
Walking through this Big Brother state
Everywhere I go I see cameras on
Thin line between love and hate
I got Valentino's and Lombards on
Dripping in Yves Saint Laurent
Soon run London like a marathon
I got a moaning girl she keeps rambling on
Gelato 41, no ammy don
Don't worry how I splash my cash
You was never flash like that
Never out here like man
You was never in the flats like that
I don't know why you rap like that
You was never in the trap like that
I just had a good few months
No one needs to pat my back
You ain't got swag like Pak
Everything expensive
This ain't rap it's facts
My life's been action packed
I take risks and prosper
Take risks and prosper
That turned my KFC into some steak
Chips and lobster i've got bad bitches that
Are driving down from
Their country town to come blow me now
I done been around the whole of South
Still got hammers out up in Roach's house
I don't know what you thought
And I don't know what you heard
But don't mix me with this frauds
And don't mix me with this nerds
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
MOB, put your grands first
MOB, put your grands first
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Don't mix me with those rap nerds
Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
MOB, put your grands first
MOB, put your grands first
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Don't mix me with those rap nerds
Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas
Five shots in my pole
All I need to lift him out them
Jogging on the mains ain't no game bro
Long nose (Woah) straight smoke (Woah)
I know you fuckboys heard how I move with it
I been a smooth gangster doing cruel kickings
Ay, SK with the rubber grippings
Baby girl, pussy wet, real easy to slip in
Fishtailing in them spicy whips
Fish scale, you see them finer things
Young boys dem savage, on their rider shit
I'm savage no 21, 44 Shower rider shit
Bunged in a ditch, guap hella sticks
Box of the dog, knock you back couple quid
Get you kicked for a hundred quid
Mortgage on a couple sticks
Men lie, women lie, I be on my numbers shit
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
MOB, put your grands first
MOB, put your grands first
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Don't mix me with those rap nerds
Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
MOB, put your grands first
MOB, put your grands first
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Counting bands till my hands hurt
Don't mix me with those rap nerds
Don't mix me with those dabbing ass niggas