Straight Mobbin - E-40, ProHoeZak, Handsome Fatt

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Mobbin'

Been mobbin' since a lil nigga

Been getting money since trill nigga

So you know I keep it on me

Catch a nigga playing, pop him at his long sleeve

Need weed, I’ma call up Skee

I was down for 10 months, they was yelling for me (Free Vell)

First day out, I was back on that bullshit

Messed up outside trying to hit a lick

Niggas see my Instagram so they think I’m rich

So I’m buyin' every gun and every fuckin' clip

Gotta stay on point, never get caught slippin'

Never take my chain, Vell hit and quick splittin'

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Mobbin'

I got a 6−7 Cougar and it’s the truth (The truth)

It got a V8, I ain’t talking about tomato juice (Tomato juice)

Without the trauma plate, what good is a 'proof?

(A 'proof)

Put your hands over your head, guard your roof (Guard your roof)

Free my niggas in the shoe, not Mother Goose (Mother Goose)

You ain’t the boss of me, nigga, fuck a truce (Fuck a truce)

I make a sucker disappear like poof (Like poof)

And no OG’s in my ear, that’s my excuse (My excuse)

UH, I’m mobbin', my nigga (My nigga)

I’m on and I’m full of this liquor (And I’m full of this liquor)

I’m mobbin', my nigga (My nigga)

My foreign got dealership stickers

She wanna smoke me out, she on me, she know I’m a boy, brodie

She know I’m swaggish and sauce-ish, she know I carry it bossy

I’m a master at funking, I got my funking degree

Beat your car up with the deuce-deuce-three, BIATCH!

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Mobbin'

I got to carve him up

Thought he wanted me to move something (We can move something)

But he wanted me to do something (We can do something)

Can’t tell you 'cause I never been a dry snitch

Just know its a plan to get rich (For real, for real)

Mob shit, bitch, I know you know

Used to rock with them niggas but I don’t no more

And I thought he was lil but I heard he tote

So I can’t affiliate, you know how that go

What you know about being in the mob, nigga?

It’s for life, fuck a full-time job, nigga

Right here you ain’t playin' for keeps

If you live by the gun, you can die by the two-two-threes

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', my nigga

I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B

Mobbin'