Mobbin' - Lil Dude

Rest in peace Prodigy, nigga I’m mobbin'

Huh, Luciano

Yeah, two point oh

Yeah, step back, jump shot, James Harden

I’m the realest nigga that ever did it

Pull the wrong nigga, I’m gettin' it, uh

Yeah, Luciano

Two point oh, two point oh

Ayy, ayy

Ooh, yeah, damn, dance on the world like I’m Carlton, ayy

I fucked your bitch at the Ritz Carlton, ayy

I’m doing this shit, yeah I’m mobbin', ayy

Rest in peace Prodigy nigga, I’m mobbin'

And I’m ballin' like the Harlem Globetrotters

I don’t do molly, I hang with the robbers

Young nigga all about the dollar

I drink the lean with the piña colada

Young nigga all about the dollar

I drink the lean with the piña colada

Young nigga all about the dollar

Cool nigga still pop his collar

Ask around who the real don dada

I ain’t no DJ, but I’m 'bout that drama

I was raised up to lie to your honor

Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer

I’m in too deep, I ain’t really had an option

Niggas they act and they do that shit often

Bro he was runnin' his shit up on Boston

We takin' them risks, my nigga we all in

I ain’t gon' lie, I feel like I’m fallin'

I ain’t gon' lie, your bitch she be callin'

I ain’t gon' lie, your bitch I’m adorin'

Your bitch I’ma feel her

And all these niggas, I don’t be feelin'

And all these niggas know I am the realest

And all these niggas know I might just kill 'em

Won’t give 'em a five, I might just slide

Yeah I cried when Ninety died

If a nigga want beef then he gotta die, ayy

I ain’t gon' know how yeah you know

I might pull up, kick it like judo

I might pull up, kick it like judo

And my house float, man I’m on Pluto

Yeah, I be a martian

Ooh, gas pack is fartin'

Ooh, these niggas worse

I get that money and work

I get the money and flirt

I might just pop me a perc, you know

I might just pop me a perc, ayy

She know she all in motion, ayy

I made this money go slow, ayy

I made this money go fast

Don’t matter nigga I’ma make this money gon' last, ayy

Ooh, yeah, damn, dance on the world like I’m Carlton, ayy

I fucked your bitch at the Ritz Carlton, ayy

I’m doing this shit, yeah I’m mobbin', ayy

Rest in peace Prodigy nigga, I’m mobbin'

And I’m ballin' like the Harlem Globetrotters

I don’t do molly, I hang with the robbers

Young nigga all about the dollar

I drink the lean with the piña colada

Young nigga all about the dollar

I drink the lean with the piña colada

Young nigga all about the dollar

Cool nigga still pop his collar

Ask around who the real don dada

I ain’t no DJ, but I’m 'bout that drama

I was raised up to lie to your honor

Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer

Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer