Ain't No Killaz

[Hook: Toya]

Ain't no killers, like the ones I've got

(no one can rush y'all better)

Red light beaming, have you scheming a lot

(M.O.B., get the cheddar)

Boys pop noise, till you show em the chrome

(ha-ha, ha-ha)

All them haters, catching shots to the dome

(shots to the dome, shots to the dome)

[Kyleon]

I got a chopper named Glenda, that cut up niggaz like blenders

I put in work on contenders, and to your maker I send ya

I push you up but I spin ya, and put AK bullets in ya

You bring a knife to a gun fight, with a cake click to defend ya

I make em fall like September, have fucked off family members

I bring heat to the beef, now a Paramedic gon tend to ya

Eating out a straw, and IV's going in ya

And a closed casket and tombstone, is the way they remember ya

My brothers'll smother ya, let the coroners cover ya

Reach out and we touching ya, now we bled and busting ya

Wig twisted and touching ya, AK bullets is busting ya

It's a must that ya, think twice before you come fuck with us

Who survived we slam, six feet under our land

Put him to sleep with a piece, while you run from him and damn

I create mayhem like bonfires, at Texas A&M

Leave him breathless and chestless, the AK sprayed him

Do away with him, and ain't no doctor saving him

Let him rest stop shots to him chest, the flat line's paging him

[Hook]

[Grimm Reaper]

I could give it to ya raw, and punchline it out

Squeeze one off in ya mouth, and see what ya talking bout

Share ya thoughts nigga, all on the wall

M.O.B. Style shit, and I swear I only live around

Shooting shit, that'll wake up the block

I gotta keep a mean heater, cause you know I'm trying to take up the block

I'm a Yellowstone nigga, with the new J's on

Sixteen shots nigga, with a beam on my chrome

Bitch niggaz, better leave us alone

Cop killers penetrate ya vest fool, and then break up the bone

And this lovely knife work with the shank, I got the chest

This feather-weight Tre-8, will take care of the rest

Penetrating, different blocks and sets

Moving rocks and zones, a nigga gotta keep a glock or a tech

Give a fuck about icing my neck, I only care about my life and respect

Mobstyle know I rep's my set, I rep's my set-I rep's my set nigga

[Hook]

[Big Pokey]

Two clips with 17, that's 34 shots

Call all the Paramedics, we gon need 34 cops

It's 34 pits, 34 rots

That's 68 dogs, but only 34 locks

I keep my 4-4 cocked, one in the head

Pistol grip nice sights, trigga under the red

One move and ya dead, hit in the head numb in the legs

C-4 for damage baby, it's a bomb in ya bed

I hope it's another nigga with em, who wan' pump up lead

Be ain't gon get the AK, he ain't come with the bread

You know how we play it, silent and violent

You know what we did, cause them sirens is hollering

Before you disrespect it, pump ya breaks

When my pits jump the gate, chumps get ate

Don't make me confiscate, your life lil' daddy

I'll have you soul hunting your wife, lil' daddy M.O.B. you know me

[Hook]