Mob Gamelan Lyrics

Ay

Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up

Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all

Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something

Think I had my fill but it ain't enough

Ugh

It's tragic

I'm out here living lavish

You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage

Everybody talking nonsense

Trynna trust the process

But then I hit 100 on some mob shit

I can never sit still

Nomadic motherfucker, I'm just being for real

I'm in China one month

Brisbane in the next

Making plans, checking houses out and paying my respects uh

Family on top and it's staying that way till my fucking heart stop, uh

Take it to my grave

Friends coming out with timers most of y'all are fucking fake, uh

Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up

Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all

Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something

Think I had my fill but it ain't enough

Ugh

It's tragic

I'm out here living lavish

You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage

Everybody talking nonsense

Trynna trust the process

But then I hit 100 on some mob shit

Passport filled with tattoos

Going out in combat boots

Fuck a Nike shoe

I just spent 300 on a fucking date

Had to flake, call me fucking crazy for not staying just to be berated

Damn, Imma take a year to myself, for my health

All these people acting dumb for some wealth nah

If you walking down this road by your own

Where your bros?

Where your fucking bros at huh?

It ain't complicated, answer the question

And get the fuck out my mentions

You must be lacking attention

I'm steady building up tension

Y'all making random collections

And I'm sorry to your commas but I'm back with a vengeance

Keep on working

Never stopping for nothing

I keep on turning

Never need readjusting

Foot on the pedal, this a do or die

You and I

High flying, low riding

Tope suicide, uh

Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up

Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all

Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something

Think I had my fill but it ain't enough

Ugh

It's tragic

I'm out here living lavish

You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage

Everybody talking nonsense

Trynna trust the process

But then I hit 100 on some mob shit

Y'all are bitch made, I ain't fucking up

Flowers on stage like I'm dead to y'all

Look like cheesecake in the coupe or something

Think I had my fill but it ain't enough

Ugh

It's tragic

I'm out here living lavish

You fuckers out here struggling to grind shit for your cabbage

Everybody talking nonsense

Trynna trust the process

But then I hit 100 on some mob shit