M.O.B lyrics

[Intro: Kevin Abstract & DJ Bobbito Garcia]

Hey, kids? (Yeah)

How you feelin'? (Fine)

Feel alright? (Yeah)

I wanna be more like a child they question everything

Like, "Momma, where is your wedding ring?"

The dust still settlin'

Aight then, I'm settled in (Pardon the, uh, technical difficulties)

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

I tried to go in, I hope you niggas know it

Young boy, I ain't heroic

They hurtin' free, they so bare

You poor folk think you know it

My boy, they need the Lord, an

So I don't trip too often

Reportin' live from Kaufman

These my dawgs for life, until I see a coffin

Them trees, they got me coughin'

I'm ridin' around, I'm cautious

We yellin', "Fuck the law, bitch"

We finna get it started

We young in here, we wildin'

That bread keep multiplyin'

Them pages keep on comin'

Bring that Holy Water, we fuckin' underwater

We jackin' off each other on the beach, then cum in the water

That's that Holy Water

That's that Florida shit, that 305, that guala, guala

Might not see tomorrow

Wash the evil from your heart, that's a verse I borrow

I see y'all boys tomorrow

[Chorus: Matt Champion]

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, 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 (Yay)

[Verse 2: Dom McLennon]

I'm that nigga from East side

Bring the bang out on what you sayin'

I do not care 'bout who in front of me

And dead, hittin' the chest

All of my dawgs outside there ridin'

And I got my baby to the left

Fuck it, I been on high alert for any sign of disrespect

So where your head at?

Man, you win that money, win the crown

Pulled your plug when the shit went down

And there's four, five brothers you can't get out

Hope we don't drown, niggas say, "Clown"

But it ain't no realer than the circus

Rollin' out trees, took away my purpose

Turn a nigga hollow with a bulletproof surface, damn

[Bridge: bearface]

Push start, baby, like she drive a Benz truck (Woo)

You ain't got no money, she don't wanna lick up (Grr)

Man, if you fuck up, it's one call to the mob (Grr)

Pull up 'round the corner, yeah, we make the block hot

[Verse 3: Matt Champion]

No reassurance, it's here, I bring it

I got insurance for the way I'm 'bout

The shot and say somethin' 'bout that action

Blow the pistol, good time, better learn that

Subtraction, can't keep up

Get it out my system, what we missin'?

Need that boom, boom, boom, boom

Drop it out

[Chorus: Matt Champion & Kevin Abstract]

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, ayy (Leave your jaw)

Leave your jaw down, ayy

We bring the mob out (Bring the mob), we finna mob out (Finna mob)

Fuck around, leave your jaw down, ayy (Leave your jaw)

Leave your jaw down, yay

[Outro]

Did it last night

I heard you say (Heard you say)

Love 'em all but dying, 'cause that was in the way

Well if you don't mind (I just need you here with momma)

I think I'll leave (I think I'll leave)

Leave 'em all together, means everything to me

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES