Mobbin

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You ain't know, bet these niggas ain't know I'm out here chasin that check young nigga be mobbing with my woes Some of my niggas be trappin, clockin J's and swing they dough My young [?] senses, she homo with that dough All my niggas [?] fashion came from where Eiffel live Leanin' like the Pisa, my bitch shotgun she my rifle chick Shorty text I killed da pussy, call that murder she wrote Badass like Bart we on that bullshit like D-Rose Young nigga started with a thought then it turned into a plot My plug fronted me a little then I went and copped a lot My dawg went and bought a choppa, sister gave his ass a pot And I jump off that porch with that Porsche off the lot [Pre-Chorus] Now it's nothing with my gang you thought we thuggin Me and my woes be mobbing cracking Dutches like a hobby Hotboxin in the Chevy turn your crib into a lobby How we thumbin' through them bands you think that money's getting copied, copy? [Chorus] Nigga it's nothing Gang life like we thuggin Me and my woes be mobbing Stick together like we cousins Gang signs like we banging Money talk that's my language Whole clique we too deep Whole clique we too deep Nigga it's nothing Gang life like we thuggin Me and my woes be mobbing Stick together like we cousins Gang signs like we banging Money talk that's my language Whole clique we too deep Whole clique we too deep [Verse 2] I want them bank rolls, bank rolls so we out rolling like Xmas My bitch she east side, my lucky seven so I might roll with her next My ? we too deep like cradles, D4L like Fabo Call me Master Chief when we smoked out; Kush head shots like Halo Call it working out we throw up signs we reppin All my niggas from the A but them choppas big as Texans On a paper chase I'm hungry all I want is cheese and lettuce With all these whips and chains nigga I'm looking like a fetish Celebration, money falling from the sky look like confetti boy Mobbed up my round table plates is all spaghetti boy Get served up, my niggas bout that action Don't be lacking caught in traffic Finessing for them bands and blow it on designer fashion [Pre-Chorus] Now it's nothing with my gang you thought we thuggin Me and my woes be mobbing cracking dutches like a hobby Hotboxin in the Chevy turn your crib into a lobby How we thumbin' through them bands you think that money's getting copied, copy? [Chorus] Nigga it's nothing Gang life like we thuggin Me and my woes be mobbing Stick together like we cousins Gang signs like we banging Money talk that's my language Whole clique we too deep Whole clique we too deep Nigga it's nothing Gang life like we thuggin Me and my woes be mobbing Stick together like we cousins Gang signs like we banging Money talk that's my language Whole clique we too deep Whole clique we too deep