Mobster Lyrics

Way I pull the strings

I'm like a rockstar

Tommy on me

But I ain't a mobster

GM to the clique

Got professionals on the roster

Whole line-up want the smoke

Like we some Rastas

Italiano nel mio sangue

I get you sauced up

Bossed up with a baddie

Put my jersey on

Thinking she's an all star

Never see me cuffed

Even when I'm in a cop car

Brainless in the ride

We drop the top

Put the cosmos on my wrist

Same ones on me as your bitch

It leave you starstruck

All season I go off

Off season I be on

No reason up and gone

So how the fuck they say

I'm on one

You could say I'm off something

But I ain't ever off son

All hits no misses

Less you talking 'bout my mistress

She the one that hold it down

When I'm handling business

Only at home for a minute

And went straight to the fitness

She liking how I put it down

And I know how she get with it

We fit together like a fitted

But there's more to the outfit

On why I'm dripping

Don't try and chop it up

That ain't okay with us

Don't care if fortune ever favored us

As long as she ain't favored ya

If life's a bitch

She treating me like I'm her favorite

I'm thankful

All I need is a little paper

And a J to smoke

I been, I been steady goin'

Don't know how to move slow

Path been getting dirty

More I'm out in the cold

Composure another level

Never losing control

Way I pull the strings

I'm like a rockstar

Tommy on me

But I ain't a mobster

GM to the clique

Got professionals on the roster

Whole line-up want the smoke

Like we some Rastas

Italiano nel mio sangue

I get you sauced up

Bossed up with a baddie

Put my jersey on

Thinking she's an all star

Never see me cuffed

Even when I'm in a cop car

Brainless in the ride

We drop the top

Put the cosmos on my wrist

Same ones on me as your bitch

It leave you starstruck

All season I go off

Off season I be on

No reason up and gone

So how the fuck they say

I'm on one

You could say I'm off something

But I ain't ever off son

All hits no misses

Less you talking 'bout my mistress

She the one that hold it down

When I'm handling business

Only at home for a minute

And went straight to the fitness

She liking how I put it down

And I know how she get with it

We fit together like a fitted

But there's more to the outfit

On why I'm dripping

Don't try and chop it up

That ain't okay with us

Don't care if fortune ever favored us

As long as she ain't favored ya

If life's a bitch

She treating me like I'm her favorite

I'm thankful

All I need is a little paper

And a J to smoke

I been, I been steady goin'

Don't know how to move slow

Path been getting dirty

More I'm out in the cold

Composure another level

Never losing control

(Can't be losing control)

(No, no, no)

(Can't be losing control)

(Can't be losing control)