Mack Maine - Mobbin lyrics

rate me

(feat BP)

Yeah, mobbin', do you hear me?

Long little mob, yeah

Then have feel mine for life

out of pocket things happening out of pocking

yeah, you mark ass niggas, big game

you motherf*ckers keep violating the shit mane,

I'm at the sinner here squad man back at you, fat day,

Larry P, mobbin' niggas, who may open,

yeah we got Mack mizzle in this bitch, yeah

mine but for real, do you heard me?

All life nigga, all right nigga,

you know you mine, but for real,

young niggas come through with the steal

ain't nothing for you ask to get kill

your banana get pilled, but f*cking with the right one,

so you're looking the wrong way, with the right gun,

psyche nigga, you could do what you do thinking at your gangsta

50 Cent ain't the best you niggas just a waster,

dont' make me just kill, like this part my job,

cash money, young money, bitch I'm part up to mob,

nigga beat it by the move, I took a chucky,

take over everything from Louie V relaxing til them bitches tryin to f*ck me,

I already know when I ..good,

how they grow nigga, that's my motherf*cking hood

shouts out the tune, we shittin' on this niggas like we woke up eating prunes,

who the f*ck wanna test us, we coming soon, we're acting fun

done before you wake up, Jack on your cake and you make up

excuse me and Jake up, then take your bitch out the crib,

ski skirt on our make-up, that's how we feel nigga,

the shit is real nigga, the shit is real,

that's how we feel nigga, beat it holla at the..

The.. do you heard me,

I cried around these niggas, tearing up shit,

believe that, yeah, west I was fine,

yeah, was snap your motherf*cking can

imagine that, I'll hear this motherf*cking Miami

doing it big lie, do you heard?

me and my nigga Mat..

You understand nigga, I don't play football

but like pack man I'll be riding in that ghost,

and feel aproach, I can make you a ghost,

get your ass you're with that toast

and take your bread when I feel you with that led,

you heard what I said, nigga you don't try to play dummin' like you,

stupid retarded, my niggas loop become through

and make it funky like fatman when you're fortifying your body,

like Ricky did, them boys in the hood,

you see my boys is still hood nigga,

we puff good nigga, you know we should nigga

we can make you leave that on deck,

roll feeling like shook nigga,

write up the block like I'm popped bust some shots,

who the f*ck I wanna test, y'all niggas just not,

when we is, what we ain't, f*ck it man,

I put a bottom mill on the saints I don't care

bonnie boys, we run up on county boys, with them toys like brr

stick up! Aha, stick the..

Bitches ass nigga, my nigga forward to shit, do you heard?

yeah, motherf*cking, we're doing like this

we all get this shit one time man,

do you hear me?

This in a.., I would you..

but I ain't no real hoes alive, do you hear me?

Put the bitch on the track, f*ck a rap

niggas know that them bitches get slapped,

but they ain't got my stacks,

that's the reason why they call me mack big pimpin,

off the goal, coast big trimpin' mobsters,

still eating lobster, pulling up in a box,

pull up mother f*cking horses that was on my boxes,

bitch I don't want box, yeah I pop

leave you int he motherf*cking greeve yeah I..

six feet .. is where I.see in the shit,

if a nigga ..with me eternally sleep,

uh, I put on my wall face, pull up on bumping that scarface,

who the f*ck wanna test me and my nigga

we put the pull triggers, yeah we still getting figures,

yeah young money yeah, cash money nigga yeah

west coast nigga yeah, out coast niggas yeah

blesses if you approaches yeah, nigga.

That's what we do.