[Intro: C-Mob]
Yeah
This is for all you fakers
From you whack rappers to you backstabbers

[Hook: C-Mob]
This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers
Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers
Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit
And when you see me you better not speak bitch

[Verse 1: C-Mob]
I'm causing you bodily harm and I'm seriously finna hurt y'all
You thinking you hard but you softer than a nerf ball
Curse y'all bitches
Claiming you're balling but ain't got no riches
You're left in ditches
You're claiming you're pimping but ain't no mistress
My click is vicious
With game I've been blessed
I'll aim at your chest
Bring pain to your flesh
Call me the angel of death
Insane cause I'm stressed
I'm brеaking up all of your vertebrae
Poor mothafuckas ain't hеard of me
Every day is a murder day
I'm coming up dumping and leaving you slumping your head out you're crushing I told you you're nothing
So quite all the cussing you just a little boy
Don't try to talk grown
You come to my crib I'll cut off your legs and make you walk home
Chopped bones to pieces murder your nephews and your nieces
Put bullet in fleeces
When it comes to my pain it never ceases
I'll take a iron to your face and leave your skin with creases
You little fakers you ain't fucking with Mob
Cause of the fact I got yo bitch and she sucking my knob
You duck and you bob
Try to run from my bullets they hitting your spine
You shoulda stayed yo ass at home and kept on sniffing them lines
I'm gripping my nine
Ready to run up on anyone who wanna talk shit
So just admit it you ain't hard you just a soft bitch
[Hook: C-Mob]
This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers
Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers
Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit
And when you see me you better not speak bitch
For the ones who talk hard but act softly
And anyone whose ever even thought of trynna cross me
Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit
And when you see me you better not speak bitch

[Verse 2: C-Mob]
Everybody wanna be in my face
Don't nobody wanna leave me alone
Bitches keep ringing my phone while I'm trying sleep at home
Naw bitch I don't wanna go to a movie
Cause I heard you got a disease but you still trynna do me (Damn)
Trifling bitch shouldn't be wanting to push me
Burn me I put a Mossberg pumping your pussy (Damn)
And these so called G's
Know better if they had loyalty then we could make this cheese together
Cats I grew up with are turning bitch
And they ain't earning shit
Snorting they profit then they wanna switch and try to be burning Chris
Nosy like a journalist
Asking the who, what, even why?
So they can run to the police point at me and be like "he the guy?"
Set me up don't even try
I will make you bleed and die
Fuck you to anyone posing to something you ain't the life you leads a lie
[Hook: C-Mob]
This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers
Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers
Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit
And when you see me you better not speak bitch
To stuck up females who be acting like they royalty
And fake gangstas who don't have no kind of loyalty
Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit
And when you see me you better not speak bitch

[Verse 3: C-Mob]
Motherfuckers play a ten with me
Friends turn into enemies
I really don't know how I happened maybe cause of rapping they filled with jealousy
Quit with the shit you telling me
You mad because of the way I spit little bitch
Well then watch yo lip got a grip
Never trip we could of all got rich
But I will never be mad boy
I'm glad I see the bitch in you
Now it's time for me to come through with the Tech and show you what my clip will do
Leave yo punk ass ripped in two
Splattered all over the concrete
Never will I pick a bag with you shit talking bitches I will let my nine speak
Tell me why you gotta shit talk
You need to be keeping your lips locked
Poor motherfucker go kick rocks
Cause you're about to get got
Put in a bag like ziplock
Body outlined in thick chalk
You fake just like a blood that's up in the club trynna crip walk
Tell me why you wanna be little stereotypical little ole pitiful miserable bitch
Who be smiling in my face behind my back you talking shit
Get pistol whipped with the pistol grip
Please don't slip cause I get yo chips
And if I see you out in the street and you wanna speak I split yo lip
[Hook: C-Mob]
This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers
Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers
Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit
And when you see me you better not speak bitch
For the ones who talk hard but act softly
And anyone whose ever even thought of trynna cross me
Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit
And when you see me you better not speak bitch

[Bridge]
I told you
Please don't speak to me
I told you
Please don't speak to me
Fuck you hoes and snitches
Y'all don't wanna see me get vicious
Get up outta my business
Before I snap all you bitches

[Outro: C-Mob]
Yeah
This is for all you fake mothafuckas
All you mothafuckas (Don't speak to me)
(I told you)
Fake friends, fake gangstas, and you fake bitches
(Y'all don't wanna see me get vicious)