MOB
C.Stone the Breadwinner Lyrics


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Mic check one two one two (Ha)
I’m bout to get on you hoes (Ya)
I need some robitussin and shit
Where’s the weed
Where’s the weed (With a dirty bitch all night)
Ya sippin this sprite while I mix robitussin (Sip)
Finger this bitch while I’m fucking her cousin (Huh)
She keep on suckin' so I keep on bustin' (Suck)
Blow to his dome make a stack I know nothin' (Yah)
I stay fucking but bitch I ain’t cuffin' (Yah)
Throwing up three's we the mob bitch we run it (Ooh)
We be hittin licks so dude what’s the move
I got some hittas that pop at your crew
I got a strap it go doo doo doo doo
Ricochet that bitch hit you you and you
Bitches they love me I make that ass clap
Rappers they hate me they say I can’t rap
You can run but you can’t hide I’m bustin' this cap
Making this money I’m putting in work
Rari I swerve now he tasting the dirt
Don’t be asking for features bitch you isn’t in it
She called me while fucking I said bitch one minute
She talking I’m fucking I don’t even listen
I’m making this cash and I’m throwing these bands
In the raris and lambs and the Mercedes Benz
I know your boy talkin' bitch hush up your mans
And if he keep talkin I’ll fuck up your mans
I’m blocking these haters can’t see with these lens
I feel like I’m melly I killed all my friends
Roll down the window Benz (Yah)
Give a fuck boutta bitch
I stay hittin' licks (Yah)
R. Kelly when I piss (Yah)
On a motherfucking hoe I can’t cuff a bitch (Yah)
I can’t be cuffing bitches they just want attention
I get to spittin' and she gon’ start drippin
She hop on my dick like a frog Ribbit Ribbit (Yah)
That pussy an outlet my dick an extension (Yah)
I’m boolin on block and I flex with a tech (Yah)
I hit you with nine and I leave them the rest (Yah)
She pull up with drugs I said bitch that’s a bet (Yah)
We got red we got blue and that shits all on deck (Yah)




We shoot up these Shotties that hit on your body
You get no respect I leave holes in your neck (Heyy)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to C.Stone the Breadwinner’s “MOB” oozes with audacious confidence, vividly describing the artist's sexual exploits, drug use, and criminal activities. The song's opening lines "Mic check one two one two" serves as a command to attention, alerting listeners that the artist is about to disclose his gritty lifestyle. C. Stone talks about his love for codeine cough syrup (robitussin) and marijuana while tapping into his sexual desires, openly alluding to threesomes and infidelity. He further asserts his affiliation with the mob, implying that he is not to be messed with, and detailing how he and his crew have “hit several licks” without facing consequences. The artist's flow is as braggadocios as the content of the lyrics, displaying a level of confidence that sets him apart from others.


C. Stone the Breadwinner's “MOB” is gritty, boastful, and musically catchy with its pulsating beat and the artist's aggressive flow. The song is undoubtedly an expression of the artist's lifestyle, a reflection of the realities that drive the lives of young people who exist on the edges of society. The lyrics may be offensive or disturbing to some because of the explicit content, but at its core, "MOB" is a visceral representation of a collective of people who have experienced a different side of living. The song's chorus "We the mob bitch we run it" reinforces the artist's belief that he and his crew are unstoppable and that their way of life is the only way they know.


Line by Line Meaning

Mic check one two one two (Ha)
Starting the song with a mic check, I am confident and ready to go.


I’m bout to get on you hoes (Ya)
I am about to show these haters what I am capable of doing.


I need some robitussin and shit Where’s the weed Where’s the weed (With a dirty bitch all night)
I am in the mood to get high and have fun with a dirty woman all night.


Ya sippin this sprite while I mix robitussin (Sip)
Drinking Sprite to balance the sweetness of the cough syrup that I am mixing in it.


Finger this bitch while I’m fucking her cousin (Huh)
Touching and pleasuring a woman while having sex with her cousin.


She keep on suckin' so I keep on bustin' (Suck)
She continues to provide oral sex, and I keep ejaculating.


Blow to his dome make a stack I know nothin' (Yah)
Hitting someone in the head hard enough that they lose consciousness and then collecting a stack of money without knowing how it was earned.


I stay fucking but bitch I ain’t cuffin' (Yah)
I enjoy having sex but refuse to commit to any one person.


Throwing up three's we the mob bitch we run it (Ooh)
Proudly and confidently representing the number three, we are a mob and in charge.


We be hittin licks so dude what’s the move
We have been successful in robbing people, so what is our next target?


I got some hittas that pop at your crew
I have some people who are willing to shoot at your group if necessary.


I got a strap it go doo doo doo doo Ricochet that bitch hit you you and you
I have a gun that makes a sound similar to doo doo doo doo, and I will shoot it to hit multiple targets.


Bitches they love me I make that ass clap Rappers they hate me they say I can’t rap
Women enjoy me and my music and show their appreciation by clapping their buttocks, but other rappers dislike me and say I cannot rap.


You can run but you can’t hide I’m bustin' this cap
If you try to escape, I will shoot and catch you.


Making this money I’m putting in work Rari I swerve now he tasting the dirt
I am earning money by working hard, and when driving my luxury sports car, I sometimes swerve and cause others to crash.


Don’t be asking for features bitch you isn’t in it
Do not ask me to feature you in my music because you are not a part of it.


She called me while fucking I said bitch one minute
While having sex, a woman called me, and I asked her to wait for a minute.


She talking I’m fucking I don’t even listen
While she is talking, I am having sex and not even paying attention to what she is saying.


I’m making this cash and I’m throwing these bands In the raris and lambs and the Mercedes Benz
I am earning money and spending it on fancy cars like Lamborghini and Mercedes-Benz while throwing wads of cash around.


I know your boy talkin' bitch hush up your mans And if he keep talkin I’ll fuck up your mans
I am aware of your friend talking about me, and I am warning you to silence him; otherwise, I will physically harm him.


I’m blocking these haters can’t see with these lens
I am ignoring and not paying attention to my haters, and they cannot see me because of my sunglasses.


I feel like I’m melly I killed all my friends
I am comparing myself to late rapper YNW Melly, who killed his friends, suggesting that I would do the same if necessary.


Roll down the window Benz (Yah) Give a fuck boutta bitch I stay hittin' licks (Yah)
While driving in my Mercedes-Benz, I am not concerned about any woman, and I continue to rob people successfully.


R. Kelly when I piss (Yah)
I am inferring the likeness of the way R. Kelly urinated on people to describe how I show disrespect to others.


On a motherfucking hoe I can’t cuff a bitch (Yah) I can’t be cuffing bitches they just want attention
I do not want to commit to a woman, who only wants attention from me.


I get to spittin' and she gon’ start drippin She hop on my dick like a frog Ribbit Ribbit (Yah)
I start rapping, and the woman becomes sexually aroused, jumps on my penis like a frog and keeps making a ribbit sound.


That pussy an outlet my dick an extension (Yah)
Drawing an analogy between a vagina and an outlet and describing my penis as an extension that connects to it.


I’m boolin on block and I flex with a tech (Yah) I hit you with nine and I leave them the rest (Yah)
I am hanging and showing off in my neighborhood with a gun, and I shoot nine people, leaving the rest behind.


She pull up with drugs I said bitch that’s a bet (Yah) We got red we got blue and that shits all on deck (Yah)
A woman brings drugs, and I agree to take them. We have a stockpile of drugs, including red and blue pills.


We shoot up these Shotties that hit on your body You get no respect I leave holes in your neck (Heyy)
We fire rounds from shotguns that hit people's bodies, and they receive no respect. Upon getting hit, they are left with holes in their necks.




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Chris Walker

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