Straight Mobbin'

Lyrics

[Intro] (JuneOnnaBeat) Oh, yeah? Oh [Chorus: Vell & E-40] I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Mobbin' [Verse 1: Vell] Been mobbin' since a lil nigga Been getting money since trill nigga So you know I keep it on me Catch a nigga playing, pop him at his long sleeve Need weed, I'ma call up Skee I was down for 10 months, they was yelling for me (Free Vell) First day out, I was back on that bullshit Messed up outside trying to hit a lick Niggas see my Instagram so they think I'm rich So I'm buyin' every gun and every fuckin' clip Gotta stay on point, never get caught slippin' Never take my chain, Vell hit and quick splittin' [Chorus: Vell & E-40] I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Mobbin' [Verse 2: E-40] I got a 6-7 Cougar and it's the truth (The truth) It got a V8, I ain't talking about tomato juice (Tomato juice) Without the trauma plate, what good is a 'proof? (A 'proof) Put your hands over your head, guard your roof (Guard your roof) Free my niggas in the shoe, not Mother Goose (Mother Goose) You ain't the boss of me, nigga, fuck a truce (Fuck a truce) I make a sucker disappear like poof (Like poof) And no OG's in my ear, that's my excuse (My excuse) UH, I'm mobbin', my nigga (My nigga) I'm on and I'm full of this liquor (And I'm full of this liquor) I'm mobbin', my nigga (My nigga) My foreign got dealership stickers She wanna smoke me out, she on me, she know I'm a boy, brodie She know I'm swaggish and sauce-ish, she know I carry it bossy I'm a master at funking, I got my funking degree Beat your car up with the deuce-deuce-three, BIATCH! [Chorus: Vell & E-40] I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Mobbin' [Verse 3: Ezale] I got to carve him up Thought he wanted me to move something (We can move something) But he wanted me to do something (We can do something) Can't tell you 'cause I never been a dry snitch Just know its a plan to get rich (For real, for real) Mob shit, bitch, I know you know Used to rock with them niggas but I don't no more And I thought he was lil but I heard he tote So I can't affiliate, you know how that go What you know about being in the mob, nigga? It's for life, fuck a full-time job, nigga Right here you ain't playin' for keeps If you live by the gun, you can die by the two-two-threes [Chorus: Vell & E-40] I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', my nigga I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B Mobbin'