Lynch Mob

There go that nigga cube right there
What that Ruthless like nigga
Fuck Ruthless, this Lench Mob nigga
If I fucked your bitch you gotta figure it out
My boys in your function 'bout to nigga it out
Pull up on the shorty put a dick in her mouth
We both get what we want then I’m kicking her out
Lynch mob they go get the pitchfork and a rope man
Outside all night
'cause these niggas want the smoke man
Gold hands because yeah we up we rolling
Yeah we up we rolling nigga let me borrow four bands
You say that you got it, come on put it in my damn hands
Just in that Bugatti got my old hoes up on cancans
Shorty she a big fan, her nigga want that big man
I want that big Lam' big fam
Let me get that cig man
My gland in that sick man
I’m stressed and need that hit man
You test me, you’ll get that big BLAM
Your organs in the rich man
Your boof on that bitch man, them powers gonna clip him
I hit him then I flip them, somebody get me up
That Henny make me sick man, but Vyvanse keep me up
My nigga put the brick down, you not even no thug
You never hit no lick man, y’ain’t never did no drugs
Never hit them thots
Never hit them folks
You don’t want no smoke
I’m hot, then I’m sexy
Bitch come pull up on me
Bitch come slide on me, undress me
Ride me like a jet ski
I’m trifling and I’m messy
If I fucked your bitch you gotta figure it out
My boys in your function 'bout to nigga it out
Pull up on the shorty put a dick in her mouth
We both get what we want then I’m kicking her out
Lynch mob they go get the pitchfork and a rope man
Outside all night
'cause these niggas want the smoke man
Gold hands because yeah we up we rolling
Yeah we up we rolling nigga let me borrow four bands
You say that you got it, come on put it in my damn hands
Just in that Bugatti got my old hoes up on cancans
Shorty she a big fan, her nigga want that big man
Girl I know you need me (girl I know you need me)
Girl I know you see me (girl I know you see me)
Baby girl don’t leave me (baby girl don’t leave me)
Praying she don’t leave me (praying she don’t leave)
Lights, camera, action (action)
Can’t (can't), cut (cut), pack it (pack it)
Drink, fruit (fruit), passion
Girl I know i’m dead, girl I know i’m dead
Don’t matter
Lynch mob they go get the pitchfork and a rope man
Outside all night
'cause these niggas want the smoke man
Gold hands because yeah we up we rolling
Yeah we up we rolling nigga let me borrow four bands
You say that you got it, come on put it in my damn hands
Just in that Bugatti got my old hoes up on cancans
Shorty she a big fan, her nigga want that big man