Mobster ft. EIGHTY Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Aye, yeah

Bitch, I'm off it, so fuck what you talkin' about

Everybody fiend for the clout

Keep my name out your mouth cause you know I get to steppin'

On your head, fuck a weapon, yeah, yeah

I'ma put your ass to bed in a second

Put led in your head now a muhfucker beggin'

Now you dead

On a stairway to heaven, Led Zeppelin

On my rockstar shit not my popstar shit

Shit was gettin' Rocky so I turned into a boxer

Kick in the door, you can call me Biggie Poppa

Turn into a monster, I'd rather not ponder

Go onward and concur, yeah

I'm like a mobster hoppin' out of my casa

Shrimp with the pasta, do not forget the lobster

Wash it all down with some cranberry vodka

This ain't Las Vegas, put bodies in Nevada

I'm like a mobster hoppin' out of my casa

Shrimp with the pasta, do not forget the lobster

Wash it all down with some cranberry vodka

This ain't Las Vegas, put bodies in Nevada

80 proof up in my cup what I'm sippin' on (Aye)

They want another song, I wanna die, damn

What am I tripping on? Life

Heart it's too cold, it's on ice

I cannot hear you, please do not speak up

Don't carry a heater, I need one

Paranoid, it's a curse

Demons in my dreams, I ain't sleeping

(Uh) I wanna die today

You never gon' slide, you hate me

I don't need no one to save me

I just wanna rest so peaceful

I know I'm the worst, bitch, I'm evil

Watching my shadows like Greevil, I need to seek help

You hurt me, I need help, uh

I'm like a mobster hoppin' out of my casa

Shrimp with the pasta, do not forget the lobster

Wash it all down with some cranberry vodka

This ain't Las Vegas, put bodies in Nevada

I'm like a mobster hoppin' out of my casa

Shrimp with the pasta, do not forget the lobster

Wash it all down with some cranberry vodka

This ain't Las Vegas, put bodies in Nevada