We Be Steady Mobbin
Man fuck these niggas I, I'm a spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun buck these niggas Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas! Yeah and fuck these bitches I swear I care bout everything but, but these bitches I, I don't care I "so what" these bitches And I put young mula baby way above these bitches If it ain't broke don't break it And if he ain't shook I'm gonna shake 'em Hope I don't look weak, cause when the wolf cry Woof you still see that wolf teeth motherfucka' Futuristic handgun, if you act foul you get two shots and one I'm at yo face like Lancome, ha ha you niggas softer than Rosanne's son You cannot reach me on my Samsung, I'm busy fucking the world And giving the universe my damn tongue Crazy motherfucka', I am one, but, but the crazy thing is I began one All, all white bricks I'm straight like its jumping back to thirty six nikka! Big house long hallways got 10 bathrooms I could shit all day nigga (nigga) [Chorus] And we don't want no problems, OK you're a goon whats a goon to a goblin? Yeah big Kane on the beat I, I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street ooh Now pop that pussy I, I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh huh and we be steady mobbin' okay Kimosabe big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up? Its Gucci mane the G That's titty boy no pity boy big scar city the city boy So icy so no Nike boy just Gucci Louis Prada excuse me Gucci mane keep shittin' on me why that boy keep buying jewels East Atlanta cockin' hammers bandannas on car antennas No we do not talk to strangers just cut off these niggas fingers Gucci's armed and dangerous cocaine codeine and angel dust This AK-47 will hit you in and from the ankle up Breasts the size of Nia long me alone clip long as a Pringle can 45 desert eagle on me you'll think I'm a eagles fan Tony Braxton the sniper rifle make him never breathe again Fuck that nigga kill that nigga bring him back kill him again Gucci! Yeah the, the, the money is the motive Fuck with the money it get ugly as coyote OK I'm reloaded betta' pull it if you tote it I buy a pound break it down and put it in a stogie Swagga so bright I don't even need light I'm wit' a model broad she don't even eat rice But would you believe it she dykes And she asked me for a pitcher so I gave her three strikes Yeah I'm, I'm the man around this motherfucka' I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucka This rap game I got my hand around this motherfucka Yeah I said game but I ain't playin' around this motherfucka Yeah I'm the best to ever do it bitch And you the best at never doin' shit If you the shit then I am sewer rich Try me and ill have your people readin' eulogies, ha ha I swear you cant fuck with me But I could fuck your girl and make her nut for me then slut for me Then kill for me then steal for me and of course it'll be your cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your way (your way) [Chorus] Uh man, man suck my clip Swallow my bullets and don't you spit ew I am the hip hop socialist life is a gamble And I'm all about my poker chips Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this F is for ferocious murder your associates The top is so appropriate this is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on weezy [Chorus: x2]
Written by: DANIEL JOHNSON, DANIEL ANDREW JOHNSON, DWAYNE CARTER, RADRIC DAVIS, RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS
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