Mobbed Up ft. yok6i Lyrics

You can't sit down with the bosses, you a loose end

In the same pot as your opp, why the fuck you blend

Fireworks pop, body drop, hope that ain't your kin

Feel like Tony, lost it all, I gotta start again

If I got stick in the front, you better watch my back

I took what I've been through and made a lot of rap

I cut a nigga top off, if all he do is cap

Lame niggas need to catch up, cause they in the back

Always move like the mob, so I can't never lack

Fake niggas clickin' up, I can't mess with that

If I mess a bag up, I'm a double back

Low key, missin' slums, cause that's my habitat

In the lab cookin' up like I'm Bill Nye

I be screamin' bird gang, cause I'm hella fly

Ride around with them suits on like a wise guy

You can never run, we a find you, we got mob ties

Yeah, I be coolin' though

Got home sick, soon as I left the studio

You can't run circles round me, I ain't no merry go

Run into the bag, it's a race, niggas set go

Then you can't get over the fam, nigga, hell no

Real quick, I set the plot up like a pick and roll

You don't got no goals or no pay, what you livin' for

Yeah, all gas, no brakes, baby

My girl gon' live luxury like the first lady

She gon' cuckoo for juju, she gon' craze

No cap, low key, she the backup

Run into the bag real quick, big time rush

New plug, and he a white boy, big time rush

Usain, run into the goal, you can't stop us

I don't even got religion, so only in bag I trust

Nah, we trustin' Dame Dolla'

Love my feins, better than teens, they bring me dollars

Don't book no show if we beefin I'm a showstopper

Okay, hydro kids just like my kids, they my daughters

Okay, call me, KKK, burn niggas that crossed me

Okay, cup in my hand, make him sleep, made by Cosby

Okay, I send you on hit

When he dead, I'll say copy

Uh-huh, you better not move

Niggas just think I'm a singer, switch got auto-tune

Niggas tryna run up on me

Beep-bop-boop

Heh-heh, look, gon' and beat his ass

Niggas tryna run up on me

You left with the cast

Left on the gurney

Tryna dance? Get sturdy

Make a nigga went from athletic to cosmetic

Every time he come to the K, it get hectic

Better know it's Zoe's on the block, respect it

Better live and learn

Everybody know we came up, wait your turn

It's been fuck a friend, fuck a bond, bridges burn

Anybody fake on me, that shit hurt

Nah, I mean it really did it

Take an X pill to get me up, Popeyes spinach

If I get a volleyball, hmm, alright

If I get a, alright, fuck it

If I get a volleyball player set for sex

My income, versus your income, you makin' less

Make it round for round, we ain't takin' rest

Hit the block, make me ten, don't take no rest

She lock my thug, Glock with titty on it put it on her chest

Turn around, put her on the ground

She makin' mess

Loyalty, alright

Loyalty, test on your bitch

She ain't pass that test

They did it again, bitch