| Song | Mob Shit |
| Artist | Gucci Mane |
| Album | Gucci Vs Guwop |
| 作词 : Radric Davis | |
| 作曲 : Radric Davis | |
| [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] | |
| All my listeners need to listen up | |
| Because I'm rich as **** | |
| No petitioner my peninsula | |
| Imma finish her perpendicular | |
| Whats a pencil for? | |
| What the pistol for | |
| Get the rental car | |
| I'm not into her | |
| Talking shit to her | |
| Strapped with a suit like a minister | |
| I'm sinister, grab your sister dismember her | |
| Dropping damage on screamin **** the law | |
| Smoking out the jar | |
| Hating on me ain't gone get you very far | |
| And my doors ajar, ****ed your mom | |
| Woke up in a jar | |
| If I ****ed her raw, coulda been ya pa' | |
| Shining like a star | |
| You a fraud | |
| Made the crowd applaud | |
| Gotta thank the lord | |
| For my boy, brick squad | |
| Money over broads | |
| [Hook] | |
| Mob shit mob shit | |
| Get a nigga wild quick | |
| All my niggas hittin licks | |
| All my bitches sell bricks | |
| Mob shit Mob shit | |
| Get a nigga robbed quick | |
| All my niggas hittin licks | |
| All my bitches sell bricks | |
| You nigga leaving with the ones | |
| I can't indulge in that | |
| The bitch try to hug me I won't hug her back | |
| I can walk through this bitch for like 35 racks | |
| Promoter say he never seen a club so packed | |
| I got racks on racks I got tatts on tatts | |
| Think I took steroids when you check my stats | |
| A 20million dollar bitch when I met my match | |
| Rolling stone where my homies lay I laid my hat | |
| **** a home got a ??? with 15 straps | |
| 15 people dealing gotta sell this crack | |
| Cold hard as the ??? that is on my lap | |
| A weak link in the chain holding too much slack | |
| (Wop!) | |
| [Hook] |
| zuò cí : Radric Davis | |
| zuò qǔ : Radric Davis | |
| Verse 1: Gucci Mane | |
| All my listeners need to listen up | |
| Because I' m rich as | |
| No petitioner my peninsula | |
| Imma finish her perpendicular | |
| Whats a pencil for? | |
| What the pistol for | |
| Get the rental car | |
| I' m not into her | |
| Talking shit to her | |
| Strapped with a suit like a minister | |
| I' m sinister, grab your sister dismember her | |
| Dropping damage on screamin the law | |
| Smoking out the jar | |
| Hating on me ain' t gone get you very far | |
| And my doors ajar, ed your mom | |
| Woke up in a jar | |
| If I ed her raw, coulda been ya pa' | |
| Shining like a star | |
| You a fraud | |
| Made the crowd applaud | |
| Gotta thank the lord | |
| For my boy, brick squad | |
| Money over broads | |
| Hook | |
| Mob shit mob shit | |
| Get a nigga wild quick | |
| All my niggas hittin licks | |
| All my bitches sell bricks | |
| Mob shit Mob shit | |
| Get a nigga robbed quick | |
| All my niggas hittin licks | |
| All my bitches sell bricks | |
| You nigga leaving with the ones | |
| I can' t indulge in that | |
| The bitch try to hug me I won' t hug her back | |
| I can walk through this bitch for like 35 racks | |
| Promoter say he never seen a club so packed | |
| I got racks on racks I got tatts on tatts | |
| Think I took steroids when you check my stats | |
| A 20million dollar bitch when I met my match | |
| Rolling stone where my homies lay I laid my hat | |
| a home got a ??? with 15 straps | |
| 15 people dealing gotta sell this crack | |
| Cold hard as the ??? that is on my lap | |
| A weak link in the chain holding too much slack | |
| Wop! | |
| Hook |