Lyrics:
Knife in the back
But i still move swifty
I don't like you
Your ass shifty
Mobbin around
In the bad part of cities
Yeah i'm a baddie
I got bitty
alone
Bust on her lips you still gon' kiss her when she home
She all up on me beggin me to stay
I stay and then I leave
Now I'm riding in
on test, still I gotta be about it
Ain't no other way to go
Ain't no other way to get aroun'it
I been livin' in conditions conditionally
I don't know if
dinner and I’m starvin
Franklins for the road
Need mine by the morning
Catch me mobbin’ with the family
So don’t push me to the edge
Cause we’ll pop up
B.Ward my brutha from anotha
Bikelyfe we gotta look out for each other
200 hundred bikes deep we mobbin
A loud motor keep the pussy throbbing
bitch I’m
Candles lit with that wine, money still on my mind
And I gave her that really bomb sex
No matter where she goes or who she knows
She still belongs in my
I'm still me
Still in the C
Still mobbin on E!
Ain't tripping OFF YB
Bitches tripping off of me
I tell emm hoes do not bother
Don't bother me
Bout
Seen lil shawty she look heaven sent
But right by her side notha tool from the chest
Side A never trippin but I can't say I still feel the same
Side B
This song dropped Jae P hit my line like we gotta murk it
I told him twelve a.m. meet me there
In case you ain't notice by now, we been winning,
that's how it goes and none of my dogs legit
I'm still tryna buy these poles for the low, man, I'm bargainin'
I ain't a pharmacist, I mix rebase with
how I'm still charging electric plugged in like it's a socket
Like a soar thumb I'm standing out boy and I know they can not stop me
None of these
get money they all in your face you ain't breaking them off then them niggas gon switch I'm still out here mobbin I'm making my profit they love when I
show
Where I'm from we just roll it up
Lately I been showing up
Wasted to industry events
Mobbin' but I'm still alone
I think the road's the only place
Back when I got paid by flippin'
Now my card ain't got no limit
Ain't reflected in a minute I been busy livin'
Still respected in my city
Rockin'
Wake up in the mornin', no job but fuck it, I'm goin' in Gunshots in the air with no warnin', still got dead niggas I'm mournin' Where the hoes
Of Gab):
As I walk through the jungle with a knife on my ankle
Taking lives, skip will shank you lyrically
Apparently niggas want to sleep still
Keep
rep
Is it nique n cyn, or you got sumn better boutta step
Kill threat, no sweat, still mobbin next bet
New test, fuckin killer mindset
Feel like
Nigga I was born for this rap
Scorned by the facts
Chop chop flowing in the trap
You know I gotta roll with my strap
Bros got my back
See us riding
out here
Mobbin
No assignment
Prone to violence
And thoughts with no logic
Livin' with the temptation
From the demons that watch me
Fallin' for
the bundle and never fumble my 4 5
With only one life to live nigga we're still ridin'
We attack and murder and watch the scrilla multiply
Fuck
and puttin up another mean fight
Booty still packin, crates takin care of kickin terror
True to the game, fakin never
You know I'm from the Lench Mob, so I'll
a new ride
You so bad you can't come, round my niggas
'Cause all us thirsty, really though
We be goin' in, like we all got curfews
Really though by
[Medaphoar]
Trip
The other day I was mobbin to the store to get a snack
Then I heard something creeping from the back
I turned my cheek and took
spot ya five points
And I'll still serve that ass
This J-Zone talkin to you boy, come on
[Verse 1: J-Zone]
Now that every ball player want to rap
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