Mob
Berner & B-Real Lyrics


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Riding in a G-Wagon like we're the Russian mob,
Know they wanna see me down, I know they wish I stopped
But I won't
She think she know me but she don't
I need some syrup for this cough
She like it when I fuck her rough
Riding with that "Sh" you think you're tough
Oh man, I always call your bluff
She says she really likes my style
I'ma go and hit it doggy style
Know that I've been gone it's been a while
Cocaine on the table, shit get wild
I pull up and they say wow
Mix that liquor with that loud
I'm the one without a doubt
Ye, ye
She gets wet all on my couch
You're a rat like Mickey Mouse
VVS diamonds these yellow stones
Trip on shrooms, like in Yellowstone
And I got your baby on my phone
She really don't like to be alone
Wanna diss me? Go ahead
I got bitches on my bed
This ain't Disney, this my movie
And I'm shooting everywhere
Make it rain
Promise you that they gone feel my pain
Riding in a G-Wagon like we're the Russian mob,
Know they wanna see me down, I know they wish I stopped
But I won't
She think she know me but she don't
I need some syrup for this cough
She like it when I fuck her rough
Riding with that "Sh" you think you're tough
Oh man, I always call your bluff
She says she really likes my style
I'ma go and hit it doggy style
Know that I've been gone it's been a while
Cocaine on the table, shit get wild
Riding in a G-Wagon like we're the Russian mob,
Know they wanna see me down, I know they wish I stopped
But I won't




She think she know me but she don't
I need some syrup for this-

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Mob" by Berner & B-Real talk about living a fast and lavish lifestyle, where they ride in a G-Wagon like they're part of the Russian mob and they have cocaine on the table. Berner and B-Real seem to be responding to the haters who wish to see them fail. The lyrics imply that they won't stop pursuing their lifestyle despite the negative attention. They also talk about sexual encounters and promiscuous behavior, where the singer claims to have multiple women waiting for him in his bed. The chorus repeats the statement that the singer knows people want to see him fail, but he won't quit his extravagant lifestyle.


While the lyrics of "Mob" emphasize a life of luxury, status, and rebellion, the song's meaning is open to interpretation. It can represent the negativity of haters and how it fuels the singer, but it can also be interpreted as a warning against the dangers of drug use, promiscuity, and risking everything for a fast life.


Line by Line Meaning

Riding in a G-Wagon like we're the Russian mob,
We're driving in a G-Wagon as if we're part of the Russian mafia.


Know they wanna see me down, I know they wish I stopped
People want to bring me down and stop me from succeeding.


But I won't
But I won't let them stop me.


She think she know me but she don't
She thinks she understands me, but she doesn't really know me at all.


I need some syrup for this cough
I need cough syrup to help with my cough.


She like it when I fuck her rough
She enjoys it when I have rough sex with her.


Riding with that "Sh" you think you're tough
Riding with a gun, you think you're tough.


Oh man, I always call your bluff
I always call your lies and deception.


She says she really likes my style
She likes my fashion and overall appearance.


I'ma go and hit it doggy style
I am going to have sex with her while she's on all fours.


Know that I've been gone it's been a while
I've been gone for some time now.


Cocaine on the table, shit get wild
There is cocaine on the table, things are getting wild.


I pull up and they say wow
I arrive and people are impressed.


Mix that liquor with that loud
Mixing alcohol with marijuana.


I'm the one without a doubt
I am confident and assertive.


Ye, ye
Yes, yes


She gets wet all on my couch
She becomes sexually aroused while on my couch.


You're a rat like Mickey Mouse
You are a snitch, a traitor like Mickey Mouse from Ratatouille.


VVS diamonds these yellow stones
I have high-quality yellow diamond stones in my jewelry.


Trip on shrooms, like in Yellowstone
Taking psychedelic mushrooms like in Yellowstone National Park.


And I got your baby on my phone
I have your girlfriend on my phone.


She really don't like to be alone
She doesn't like being alone.


Wanna diss me? Go ahead
If you want to disrespect me, go ahead.


I got bitches on my bed
I have multiple women in my bed.


This ain't Disney, this my movie
This isn't a family-friendly production like Disney, this is my life story.


And I'm shooting everywhere
I am spreading my influence and impact everywhere.


Make it rain
Throw money around.


Promise you that they gone feel my pain
I promise that others will feel my struggles and hardships.


Riding in a G-Wagon like we're the Russian mob,
We're driving in a G-Wagon as if we're part of the Russian mafia.


Know they wanna see me down, I know they wish I stopped
People want to bring me down and stop me from succeeding.


But I won't
But I won't let them stop me.


She think she know me but she don't
She thinks she understands me, but she doesn't really know me at all.


I need some syrup for this cough
I need cough syrup to help with my cough.


She like it when I fuck her rough
She enjoys it when I have rough sex with her.


Riding with that "Sh" you think you're tough
Riding with a gun, you think you're tough.


Oh man, I always call your bluff
I always call your lies and deception.


She says she really likes my style
She likes my fashion and overall appearance.


I'ma go and hit it doggy style
I am going to have sex with her while she's on all fours.


Know that I've been gone it's been a while
I've been gone for some time now.


Cocaine on the table, shit get wild
There is cocaine on the table, things are getting wild.


Riding in a G-Wagon like we're the Russian mob,
We're driving in a G-Wagon as if we're part of the Russian mafia.


Know they wanna see me down, I know they wish I stopped
People want to bring me down and stop me from succeeding.


But I won't
But I won't let them stop me.


She think she know me but she don't
She thinks she understands me, but she doesn't really know me at all.


I need some syrup for this
I need cough syrup to help with my cough.




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Written by: Luka Bilbao Martinez

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Antonio Pรฉrez Cortรฉs

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

[Verse 1: Berner]
This shit is super tasty
I'm super rich I'm lazy
I got a cribanazy
I filled it up with babies
I bought a new Mercedes
Escorts work and pay me
Gold chains like a dope boy in the 80's
[B-Real]
Five-fifty doin' 80
On the 101 on the daily
God damn, this life so crazy
Shot in the world, comment Hailee
Go ahead sip your bailey's, this flower just goi'n fail me
I got that lemon tree, bossed out, Kevin Spacey
[Berner]
Good weed, pretty girls, coke white, candy pearl
Leather in my space ship, tell me I can have the world
[B-Real]
Raw papers with the swirl
Glass tip Mr. Earl
Funky feels and my papers, Bern might grab your girl

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

[Verse 2: B-Real]
She's rollin' with the Doctor like Bonny and Clyde
Just rid'n every ride
You want to see these packs, hold down lookin' at a smile
I don't know why
She can't resist, she's got the burning feeling inside
She want to twist on me, want to hit some
We got to get some fire by
[Berner]
Big Bern stay ready if it go down
Whole body just covered in gold now
Buy a whole pound, in the streets, back seat, Uh
Chillin' in a smoke cloud
Yeah, and that money keep comin' in
Roll with my day ones, smoke till my day come
Dope like A1, roll up, blaze some
[B-Real]
Y'all can't fuck with us
Untouch you way to close you toast
We high we high as fuck, brain cells fuck'n toast
[Berner]
Light cream envelope, light weed smell like soap
Hold it in till you choke, top shelf, cut your throat

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
Bitch I got a problem
Always I be mobbin'
Ain't no way to stop him
He got guns, he goin pop โ€˜em
Then I'm goin' shopping for that new Rolls Royce
I'm around and you ain't really got no choice
Shit moist, out of su su, my uncle garage
Get a nick for every pic, you got a good trim job
See I mob, but I'm breathing
DABS got me leaning
Allergies, I'm sneezing gets some ounces to reason
Money on the floor, dirt up in my raw
Blonde little hippy, biggest rig I ever saw
And we respect the law, cards up our wallets
Number on the bottom, that's my lawyer, you can call it
Fuck alcoholic, OD on some trees
I put up twenty lights, make some shatter out them leaves Xanies over ease, that shit from overseas
Mobbin' from in the West, she like that California breeze

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob



All comments from YouTube:

Joel Lopez

This song is something I would listen to when I wake and bake!

martin willis

+Blitz L Go bake me a cake

Antonio Pรฉrez Cortรฉs

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

[Verse 1: Berner]
This shit is super tasty
I'm super rich I'm lazy
I got a cribanazy
I filled it up with babies
I bought a new Mercedes
Escorts work and pay me
Gold chains like a dope boy in the 80's
[B-Real]
Five-fifty doin' 80
On the 101 on the daily
God damn, this life so crazy
Shot in the world, comment Hailee
Go ahead sip your bailey's, this flower just goi'n fail me
I got that lemon tree, bossed out, Kevin Spacey
[Berner]
Good weed, pretty girls, coke white, candy pearl
Leather in my space ship, tell me I can have the world
[B-Real]
Raw papers with the swirl
Glass tip Mr. Earl
Funky feels and my papers, Bern might grab your girl

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

[Verse 2: B-Real]
She's rollin' with the Doctor like Bonny and Clyde
Just rid'n every ride
You want to see these packs, hold down lookin' at a smile
I don't know why
She can't resist, she's got the burning feeling inside
She want to twist on me, want to hit some
We got to get some fire by
[Berner]
Big Bern stay ready if it go down
Whole body just covered in gold now
Buy a whole pound, in the streets, back seat, Uh
Chillin' in a smoke cloud
Yeah, and that money keep comin' in
Roll with my day ones, smoke till my day come
Dope like A1, roll up, blaze some
[B-Real]
Y'all can't fuck with us
Untouch you way to close you toast
We high we high as fuck, brain cells fuck'n toast
[Berner]
Light cream envelope, light weed smell like soap
Hold it in till you choke, top shelf, cut your throat

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
Bitch I got a problem
Always I be mobbin'
Ain't no way to stop him
He got guns, he goin pop โ€˜em
Then I'm goin' shopping for that new Rolls Royce
I'm around and you ain't really got no choice
Shit moist, out of su su, my uncle garage
Get a nick for every pic, you got a good trim job
See I mob, but I'm breathing
DABS got me leaning
Allergies, I'm sneezing gets some ounces to reason
Money on the floor, dirt up in my raw
Blonde little hippy, biggest rig I ever saw
And we respect the law, cards up our wallets
Number on the bottom, that's my lawyer, you can call it
Fuck alcoholic, OD on some trees
I put up twenty lights, make some shatter out them leaves Xanies over ease, that shit from overseas
Mobbin' from in the West, she like that California breeze

[Hook: Berner]
Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

Andy G

He also says xannies over E's. Like E pills, NOT xannies over ease!! Lol

Megean Briggs

Elijah Stokes wrong. He said funky feels with the raw. B real has glass tips for joints. There called funky feel tips.

SOUTHSIDING DOPEY48

Elijah Stokes omg no ...punky feels with the raw.. his punky feel tip glass tips bro

SOUTHSIDING DOPEY48

Tony Cortรฉs LMAO dirt in the raw?? Very unlikely homie do u even know what that's saying? He's got shitty weed in the papers lol he's saying Durb in the raw.. meaning Durbion poison a potent strain ....F1 Durb most likely ...

EpicLeagueGaming

Cribinazy ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ that's great ima have to start calling my house that

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Jay Cee

Bern and breal work tooo well together!!! #Prohibiton 3!!!!

Humberto Macias

fire!! blaze it!!

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