Mobbed Up (feat. yok6i)

You can't sit down with the bosses, you a loose end In the same pot as your opp, why the f*ck you blend Fireworks pop, body drop, hope that ain't your kin Feel like Tony, lost it all, I gotta start again If I got stick in the front, you better watch my back I took what I've been through and made a lot of rap I cut a nigga top off, if all he do is cap Lame niggas need to catch up, cause they in the back Always move like the mob, so I can't never lack Fake niggas clickin' up, I can't mess with that If I mess a bag up, I'm a double back Low key, missin' slums, cause that's my habitat In the lab cookin' up like I'm Bill Nye I be screamin' bird gang, cause I'm hella fly Ride around with them suits on like a wise guy You can never run, we a find you, we got mob ties Yeah, I be coolin' though Got home sick, soon as I left the studio You can't run circles round me, I ain't no merry go Run into the bag, it's a race, niggas set go Then you can't get over the fam, nigga, hell no Real quick, I set the plot up like a pick and roll You don't got no goals or no pay, what you livin' for Yeah, all gas, no brakes, baby My girl gon' live luxury like the first lady She gon' cuckoo for juju, she gon' craze No cap, low key, she the backup Run into the bag real quick, big time rush New plug, and he a white boy, big time rush Usain, run into the goal, you can't stop us I don't even got religion, so only in bag I trust Nah, we trustin' Dame Dolla' Love my feins, better than teens, they bring me dollars Don't book no show if we beefin I'm a showstopper Okay, hydro kids just like my kids, they my daughters Okay, call me, KKK, burn niggas that crossed me Okay, cup in my hand, make him sleep, made by Cosby Okay, I send you on hit When he dead, I'll say copy Uh-huh, you better not move Niggas just think I'm a singer, switch got auto-tune Niggas tryna run up on me Beep-bop-boop Heh-heh, look, gon' and beat his ass Niggas tryna run up on me You left with the cast Left on the gurney Tryna dance? Get sturdy Make a nigga went from athletic to cosmetic Every time he come to the K, it get hectic Better know it's Zoe's on the block, respect it Better live and learn Everybody know we came up, wait your turn It's been f*ck a friend, f*ck a bond, bridges burn Anybody fake on me, that shit hurt Nah, I mean it really did it Take an X pill to get me up, Popeyes spinach If I get a volleyball, hmm, alright If I get a, alright, f*ck it If I get a volleyball player set for sex My income, versus your income, you makin' less Make it round for round, we ain't takin' rest Hit the block, make me ten, don't take no rest She lock my thug, Glock with titty on it put it on her chest Turn around, put her on the ground She makin' mess Loyalty, alright Loyalty, test on your bitch She ain't pass that test They did it again, bitch