"Mobbin" lyrics
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks [?] when I copped 'em
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks, slid to Bellevue and I copped 'em
I say bitch I'm the dog
Shoutout J.G and E.C
Opposition's talking
We gon put him on the TV
Strictly for the bucks
Bought a bag like I'm GB
Fuck the fake stones I need buss downs and vv's
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky, we ain't never ever stopping
Yea I need the Gucci kicks, slid to Bellevue and I copped 'em
Sit back, light a wood
Bro, it's summertime
That don't mean I stopped it just means
I'm just on the summer grind
Sit back, grab my phone
Call your bitch up
Don't be mad at me
It's your bitch who went and switched up
Easy to say that
Your bitch ain't coming back to you
Now you are an ex
So I gotta pick which strap to use
Bitch I'm on a bag and that's it
I'ma be real
You can heal a papercut
But I promise you can't heal steel
Got it in the wood
Yeah, I'm smoking on the pack
Got a Glock 45 with a big dick attached
Call me myxy with the bulls
I'ma take another lap
Shoutout ez lotta bands
Brodies never know no lack
Glock 26, 23 45 with it
Got a loud mouth fosho he finna die with it
Bitch I'm the man bankroll with me
You finna die bitch'
[*gunshot*]
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks, slid to Bellevue and I copped em
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks [?] when I copped 'em
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks, slid to Bellevue and I copped 'em
I say bitch I'm the dog
Shoutout J.G and E.C
Opposition's talking
We gon put him on the TV
Strictly for the bucks
Bought a bag like I'm GB
Fuck the fake stones I need buss downs and vv's
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky, we ain't never ever stopping
Yea I need the Gucci kicks, slid to Bellevue and I copped 'em
Sit back, light a wood
Bro, it's summertime
That don't mean I stopped it just means
I'm just on the summer grind
Sit back, grab my phone
Call your bitch up
Don't be mad at me
It's your bitch who went and switched up
Easy to say that
Your bitch ain't coming back to you
Now you are an ex
So I gotta pick which strap to use
Bitch I'm on a bag and that's it
I'ma be real
You can heal a papercut
But I promise you can't heal steel
Got it in the wood
Yeah, I'm smoking on the pack
Got a Glock 45 with a big dick attached
Call me myxy with the bulls
I'ma take another lap
Shoutout ez lotta bands
Brodies never know no lack
Glock 26, 23 45 with it
Got a loud mouth fosho he finna die with it
Bitch I'm the man bankroll with me
You finna die bitch'
[*gunshot*]
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks, slid to Bellevue and I copped em
