Gucci Mane - Mob sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] All my listeners need to listen up Because I'm rich as f** No petitioner my peninsula Imma finish her perpendicular Whats a pencil for? What the pistol for Get the rental car I'm not into her Talking sh** to her Strapped with a suit like a minister I'm sinister, grab your sister dismember her Dropping damage on screamin f** the law Smoking out the jar Hating on me ain't gone get you very far And my doors ajar, f**ed your mom Woke up in a jar If I f**ed her raw, coulda been ya pa' Shining like a star You a fraud Made the crowd applaud Gotta thank the lord For my boy, brick squad Money over broads [Hook] Mob sh** mob sh** Get a n***a wild quick All my n***as hittin licks All my b**hes sell bricks Mob sh** Mob sh** Get a n***a robbed quick All my n***as hittin licks All my b**hes sell bricks You n***a leaving with the ones I can't indulge in that The b**h try to hug me I won't hug her back I can walk through this b**h for like 35 racks Promoter say he never seen a club so packed I got racks on racks I got tatts on tatts Think I took steroids when you check my stats A 20million dollar b**h when I met my match Rolling stone where my homies lay I laid my hat f** a home got a ??? with 15 straps 15 people dealing gotta sell this crack Cold hard as the ??? that is on my lap A weak link in the chain holding too much slack (Wop!) [Hook]