Mobbin

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 to beam in my home,

And I'll probably **** 'fore I sleep

It's a couple hating from a local LA fitness

Sleeved up

Mad they dreams ain't work,

And 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 ****** up, y'all new prey

I'm next up, *****, 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-s**t 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 'til 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 **** up mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, imma run it,

Couldn't keep up mobbin'

Ride, grinning wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rolling **** up mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, imma run it,

Couldn't keep up mobbin'

Running, checking my Adidas to say "hi" to yours

I'm the s**t, I guess my party yields a pot of gold

Know a couple move away just like they pop a loaf

Know a couple moving snake, you see my line is more

Can't make you no promise

I need to tap on my roof as a test

Because it could go missing in traffic

Whether I spin it, to flip it,

To make it, make it, make it back as a prophet

Waiting on mama's and poppy

Laughing '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 **** up mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, imma run it, couldn't keep up mobbin'

Ride, grinning wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rolling **** up mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, imma run it, couldn't keep up mobbin'

Mobbin'