Mobbin lyrics

Okay, I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go Upper left to my death, but I'm getting cream on each coast I mean, I reap what I sow, I'll probably smoke 'fore I eat I'm off the bean in my home and I'll probably [?] 'fore I sleep It's a couple hatin' from a local LA fitness, sleeved up Mad they dreams ain't working, so they try to hate on me, what? If I was y'all, I wouldn't broadcast my business I got paper, work my job 'cause Twitter ain't where my business is I had holes in my shirt from ripping sensors, my mama stressing Now I fly to Manhattan office, get blessed with whole collections It's a new game And they're starting the feeling, my old friends Your budget resemble my loose change My boot-chain all fucked up, y'all new prey I'm next up, bitch, you late, recap my past six Tyler bought a beam and a Rollie, a brand new mattress I bought a bunch of drugs and I really haven't looked back since Y'all past-tense, I'm staff-picked Don't blast us, we're average Your wack shit like cappin', I'm good Just watch and take notes, imagine you could I put stats on my books, I'm like: That's what it took? I need Am Walks for Ambaum, I'm papped to my hood And that's facts till the day over, I pray that you stay with us Did Sway with a hangover, we used to sell painkillers I'm way different, I'm way different I make pictures, I'm way different Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' Do a little much, I need to ease up You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin' Ride, grinning wide with my feet up Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' Do a little much, I need to ease up You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin' Running, checking my Adidas, they say adiós I'm the shit, I guess my potty is a pot of gold Know a couple movin' weight just like they popular Know a couple moving snake, you see my line is more Can't make you no promise I need the top of my roof as a topic 'Cause it could go missing in traffic Whether I spin it, to flip it To make it, make it, make it back as a prophet Put it on mamas and papi Laughin' 'cause I got some options Moves are black, I feel it back I swerve through lanes, I'm cape-done Need bank like K all caked up Don't play like J, K made off Can't save her, no, you can't save her Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' Do a little much, I need to ease up You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin' Ride, grinning wide with my feet up Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' Do a little much, I need to ease up You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin' Mobbin' You might also like Dropped Babies Travis Thompson