Still Mobbin Lyrics

Hoe

You ain't got to cough or nothing

Mob gang nigga

I'm tired of playing with these niggas man

Real shit

Bitch I been rolling up some damn biscotti

I'm in a Chrysler, this not a big body

She ride that dick like a damn Kawasaki

I ain't tryna listen if it ain't bout no broccoli

I'm am a veteran, nigga just watch me

That glizzy on me just in case niggas plotting

I'm just getting started, no way that I'm stopping

Do what I do I just murder the topic

You need that bag, then come choose I got options

Serving these niggas, no question I got it

Pass that bitch right to my brother John Stockton

They done freed duke, let him know we still mobbing

Remember back then, we was jugging and robbing

I Block that boy right off my phone, Serge Ibaka

I'm about my cheese like some damn enchiladas

Nine on my waist like the old Iguodala

Remember the school I had weed in my locker

Play with them pills, I could hang with a doctor

We got what you need, hell of options, no problem

My pants was Girbaud and my T shirt was starter

Popping, I Polo'd my collar

I'm at the telly, need a bitch to come gargle

Pack is smelly, pay the price, ain't no bargain

Got green on me nigga, could start up a garden

Talking that shit better get you some Charmin

Up everyday six o'clock in the morning

Them bags in my bag , come and get them you want them

Plus a pistol, Dukie ain't giving no warning

Keep it player, main these niggas be coaching

Let her suck the dick, she gagging and choking

Lawn Chair, it ain't no way that I'm folding

My heart done got colder

Minor setback, had to move me some boulders

Medical card, all I smoke is exotic

I put some syrup in my slushy from sonic

If you need a cutie, you know that I got it

Get smoked like a doobie or pop like a narcotic

I pull up in a big body, I dare a nigga to try me

Trampoline, I catch a body

Dukie lump, he riding shotty

We jump on the beat like we Matt and Jeff Hardy

Got a bitch geeking on Molly no Cyrus

I'm in her mouth like some gum, ain't no trident

I don't got hoes but she think that I'm lying

The mob we can't fold, niggas know we too solid

We can shoot if you want but we still with the locking

Niggas get to popping ,Bodies get to dropping

Hearts get to stopping, I ain't got a option

I'm the one that's plotting

I caught him at the light like, where your rocket

Boy I can not make the deposit, that money in my wallet

Shitting on them bitches, got them feeling like a toilet

When I take the shot I call it

I'm from Mississippi, right there by New Orleans

With the big ass bridge and a whole lot of water

Trap jumping Aaron Gordon, Vince Carter, Michael Porter

Hit that bitch and make a order

Find his body law and order

Serve a little mexican nigga like on the border

Walkin through the motherfucking trenches like Dora

I'm a hot nigga like Arizona

Aye don't let me catch your ass on a corner

I'm a smoke you like a cigarette

The internet beef, I ain't into that

Mortal Kombat, I'm finna finish that

Jugg a little nigga, take his shit and he can't get it back

Hit a little bity bitch and now I ain't feelin that

You talking like you gangsta, little nigga you ain't living that

Dukie lump gone tell these niggas where they lacking at

Only if they listen

To a nigga like Dukie Lump, when I'm trying to up you on your pimping

I feel like a grizzly

I was popping zans at eleven in the morning

Drinking forties til I'm dizzy

I'm cold like Michigan

I'm so focused on making this money, I ain't even had time for these bitches

The grind getting gifted

Had to pay myself on the back two times

Just for making good decisions

You got road rage, then we ready for the wreck

Walking up in saints, these bitches breaking they neck

Dukie vibe amazing I know it's making her wet

Married to the money, honeymoon with a check

I'm allergic to that kitty, all I wanted was the neck

Bus full of bitches like next

Pussy niggas never been a threat

Please come correct

Or we gone put four to his back like he Brett

Boom boom boom