Mobbin

[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