Mobbin' ft. Kony Brooks & RoobxCube Lyrics

Come on

Uh, yeah

Let's go to work

Yo

Toss a fuckin' cap in yo cap, consider it incest

Front and whined up flat on yo back, we taxin' with interest

Pitchin' wolf tickets, bet we pay yo ass in chin checks

Hustle till the well is dry, that mean it ain't a cent left

Yes what I reply when they askin' me if I'm Bizzy

Nights I slept with stomach empty, got my hustle in a frenzy

Bingeing on these Benji's, bank deposits I need plenty

Try to rob and find a semi to yo noggin'

Leave you cold as Haagen Dazs and still we mobbin'

Still We Mobbin'

Yeah

Still We Mobbin'

Yeah

Clutchin' duckets, proper paper touchin', screamin' fuck the cops

Act disorderly with authorities, till the killing stops

To get that grip up, the pistols hiccup, this is a stick up

They panic when the pawn knocks off the queen and bishops

Fear us when they sense hostilities match

Still this crooked system do you like Sebastian if you legally strapped

Eager to escape the meager we've inherited

Respect ain't what they care to give

They'd rather see us starving so we mobbin'

Still We Mobbin'

Yeah

Still We Mobbin'

Yeah

Kony

My flow cold as Antarctica in the ice age

Dice games got him dressin' sharper than a knife blade

White caine got the block jumping like it's double dutch

A fifth of Henny have them broads drippy like the lights paid

Old boogie, back when the iron sparked and you lay low

Nah, we don't know the shooter officer, the case closed

Flower sold faster in the garden, cause they hate snow

And we ain't need a cam to get'em freaky, cause they bang bros

Having premonitions, hitting sisters off the liquor

Out of line with iffy niggas, hittin' swishers takin' pictures, get ridiculous

If you askin' for the point, then get a pencil

If you really gotta ask then I should prolly get specific, but I can't

Cause I ain't violating code for shit

But if you know, you know about this water, and you hold the shit

That's a right of passage where we from, you make the most of it

Or niggas at your door to leave you wetter than the ocean is

Father all these rappers, Maury Povich

I used to write these rhymes when I was home alone, the glow Macaulay Culkin

Now I rep a gang, that play no games, they'll leave you stained

You want no problems, we be wildn' when we mobbin' nigga, yeah

Ain't no playing victim over this way

Close the conversation with them techs or a big K

Spray the activator pon a hater, watch his soul glow

Riot till we rising, if we silent then we won't grow

Won't grow

See we take by force cause we got no choice

That legal pistol ain't even an issue

They fear yo skin color brother

So we mobbin'

L-Biz

Kony

Roobxcube

Eerie county, wassup