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zoom - dg the mob lyrics

[chorus: pyeatt]
i’m in the whip outside
shordie you know i’m tryna zoom
i’m tryna get high and
go and do some sh*t with you
it’s still light outside
and now we stare up at the moon
and maybe later you can take me
to your room
to your room (let’s take off)
[verse 1: peezy mercury]
it’s mr. mercury
the bars are neurotoxic
with the way we used to licc
i am surprised we never lock*picked
or i didn’t
and i never knew anything about it
least that’s what i told the officers
they said they highly doubt it, (woah)
looking for infinite rois
i’m with my guys
tryna spit some sh*t that’ll leave a
p*ssy n*gga paralyzed
everyone’s a critic
we got sauce that you can’t *n*lyze
you capping in your rapping and your
posse is a pack of lies
at 16 we would get p*ss drunk
and do some heinous sh*t
without tying the sb dunks
i’ve met my demons at the bottom
of a cartridge, you bum
so do not tell me we came from anything
other than scum
reminiscing doing lines out the f*ckin
baby bottle
i’m not talkin white, p*u*r*p*l*e
full throttle, in the bayou
in the afternoon, i was with my goons
selling felonies, with the community’s
silver spoon
zoom
[chorus: pyeatt & peezy mercury]
i’m in the whip outside
shordie you know i’m tryna zoom
(tryna zoom, tryna zoom, tryna)
i’m tryna get high and
go and do some sh*t with you
(some sh*t with you, some sh*t with you, some sh*t with you)
it’s still light outside
and now we stare up at the moon
(at the moon, at the moon, moon, moon)
and maybe later you can take me
to your room, (to your room)
to your room (to your room, room, room)

[verse 2: peezy mercury]
mamasota, i’m tryna live my 20s like i’m mr
thomas shelby
making business acquisitions
f*ck what p*ssy n*ggas tell me
b*tch i’m outta reach
you cannot get close enough
to smell me
and i’m only taking invoices
don’t f*ckin try to zelle me
i’m official, like a motherf*ckin
ref with a whistle
you talkin sh*t, you meet the
business end of so and so’s pistol
i had to switch the lingo
protecting identities
cause the boys are listening
it’s f*ck the abcs (ugh)
this a revolution
and i’m huey p. newton
leading my students
mob m3nt4lity’s its own institution
we shooting stupid
our trajectory is anything but ludicrous
these n*ggas talking sh*t but b*tch
they new to this, i’m true to this
lyrical rueger spit with accuracy
who is this? miracle hooligan
who’s actually an activist
dismantle establishments
and put em on my mantle
while i eat up on her p*ssy
seasoned it’s with coriander
[chorus: pyeatt & peezy mercury]
i’m in the whip outside
shordie you know i’m tryna zoom
(baby girl, i’m in a four*door black corolla with supreme plates)
i’m tryna get high and
go and do some sh*t with you
(the engine rattling and sh*t)
it’s still light outside
and now we stare up at the moon
(i’m outside ya crib, ya booty phat, i’m tryna slide)
and maybe later you can take me
to your room
to your room
(so, what’s the word? what’s popping?)

- dg the mob lyrics

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