Don't Speak - C-Mob

Yeah

This is for all you fakers

From you whack rappers to you backstabbers

This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers

Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers

Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit

And when you see me you better not speak bitch

I’m causing you bodily harm and I’m seriously finna hurt y’all

You thinking you hard but you softer than a nerf ball

Curse y’all bitches

Claiming you’re balling but ain’t got no riches

You’re left in ditches

You’re claiming you’re pimping but ain’t no mistress

My click is vicious

With game I’ve been blessed

I’ll aim at your chest

Bring pain to your flesh

Call me the angel of death

Insane cause I’m stressed

I’m braking up all of your vertebrae

Poor mothafuckas ain’t hard of me

Every day is a murder day

I’m coming up dumping and leaving you slumping your head out you’re crushing I

told you you’re nothing

So quite all the cussing you just a little boy

Don’t try to talk grown

You come to my crib I’ll cut off your legs and make you walk home

Chopped bones to pieces murder your nephews and your nieces

Put bullet in fleeces

When it comes to my pain it never ceases

I’ll take a iron to your face and leave your skin with creases

You little fakers you ain’t fucking with Mob

Cause of the fact I got yo bitch and she sucking my knob

You duck and you bob

Try to run from my bullets they hitting your spine

You shoulda stayed yo ass at home and kept on sniffing them lines

I’m gripping my nine

Ready to run up on anyone who wanna talk shit

So just admit it you ain’t hard you just a soft bitch

This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers

Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers

Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit

And when you see me you better not speak bitch

For the ones who talk hard but act softly

And anyone whose ever even thought of trynna cross me

Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit

And when you see me you better not speak bitch

Everybody wanna be in my face

Don’t nobody wanna leave me alone

Bitches keep ringing my phone while I’m trying sleep at home

Naw bitch I don’t wanna go to a movie

Cause I heard you got a disease but you still trynna do me (Damn)

Trifling bitch shouldn’t be wanting to push me

Burn me I put a Mossberg pumping your pussy (Damn)

And these so called G’s

Know better if they had loyalty then we could make this cheese together

Cats I grew up with are turning bitch

And they ain’t earning shit

Snorting they profit then they wanna switch and try to be burning Chris

Nosy like a journalist

Asking the who, what, even why?

So they can run to the police point at me and be like «he the guy?»

Set me up don’t even try

I will make you bleed and die

Fuck you to anyone posing to something you ain’t the life you leads a lie

This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers

Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers

Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit

And when you see me you better not speak bitch

To stuck up females who be acting like they royalty

And fake gangstas who don’t have no kind of loyalty

Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit

And when you see me you better not speak bitch

Motherfuckers play a ten with me

Friends turn into enemies

I really don’t know how I happened maybe cause of rapping they filled with

jealousy

Quit with the shit you telling me

You mad because of the way I spit little bitch

Well then watch yo lip got a grip

Never trip we could of all got rich

But I will never be mad boy

I’m glad I see the bitch in you

Now it’s time for me to come through with the Tech and show you what my clip

will do

Leave yo punk ass ripped in two

Splattered all over the concrete

Never will I pick a bag with you shit talking bitches I will let my nine speak

Tell me why you gotta shit talk

You need to be keeping your lips locked

Poor motherfucker go kick rocks

Cause you’re about to get got

Put in a bag like ziplock

Body outlined in thick chalk

You fake just like a blood that’s up in the club trynna crip walk

Tell me why you wanna be little stereotypical little ole pitiful miserable bitch

Who be smiling in my face behind my back you talking shit

Get pistol whipped with the pistol grip

Please don’t slip cause I get yo chips

And if I see you out in the street and you wanna speak I split yo lip

This is for you wannabe gangstas and whack rappers

Fake ass friends who switch up and backstabbers

Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit

And when you see me you better not speak bitch

For the ones who talk hard but act softly

And anyone whose ever even thought of trynna cross me

Fuck you, you can suck a dick and eat shit

And when you see me you better not speak bitch

I told you

Please don’t speak to me

I told you

Please don’t speak to me

Fuck you hoes and snitches

Y’all don’t wanna see me get vicious

Get up outta my business

Before I snap all you bitches

Yeah

This is for all you fake mothafuckas

All you mothafuckas (Don't speak to me)

(I told you)

Fake friends, fake gangstas, and you fake bitches

(Y'all don’t wanna see me get vicious)