Mobbin (feat. L.A.Z.A)

Okay, I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go

Upper left to my death

But I'm getting cream on each coast

I mean, I reap what I sow

I'll probably smoke 'fore I eat

I'm off to beam in my home

And I'll probably fuck 'fore I sleep

It's a couple hating from a local LA fitness sleeved up

Mad they dreams ain't working

So they try to hate on me, what?

If I was y'all I wouldn't broadcast my business

I got paperwork, my job 'case Twitter ain't where my business is

I had holes in my shirt from ripping sensors, my mama stressing

Now I fly to Manhattan office get blessed with whole collections

It's a new game, and they're starting the feeling like my old friend

Your budget resemble my loose change

My boot chain all fucked up, y'all new prey

I'm next up, bitch, you late

Recap my past six

Tyler bought a Beam and a Rollie, a brand new mattress

I bought a bunch of drugs

And i really haven't looked back since

Y'all past tense, I'm staff picked

Don't blast us, we're average

Your wack shit like cappin', I'm good

Just watch and take notes, imagine you could

I put stats on my books

I'm like, "that's what it took?"

I need landmarks for Ambaum, I'm papped to my hood

And that's facts till the day over

I pray that you stay with us

This sway with a hangover, we used to sell painkillers

I'm way different

I'm way different

I make pictures, I'm way different

Said, ride, grinnin' wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rollin' weed up, mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin

Ride, grinnin' wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rollin' weed up, mobbin

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin

Running, checking my Adidas, they say adios

I'm the shit, I guess my part yields a pot of gold

Know a couple move away just like the pop a loaf

Know a couple moving snake, you see my line is more

Can't make you no promise

I need to tap on my roof as a test because

It could go missing in traffic

Whether I spin it, to flip it

To make it, make it, make it back as a prophet

Put that on mamas and poppy

Laughin' 'cause I got some options

Moves are black, I feel it back

I swerve through lanes, I'm caped up

Need bank like K all caked up

Don't play like J, K lay up

Can't save her, no, I can't save her

Said, ride, grinnin' wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rollin' weed up, mobbin

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin

Ride, grinnin' wide with my feet up

Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin'

Do a little much, I need to ease up

You could gun it, I'ma run it, couldn't keep up, mobbin

Mobbin