Known Mobbsta lyrics

[Intro]
(Turn me up Juu)
Hey Jourdan, haha
Hey, Mob
Ha, turn me up Jourdan (Uh)
f*ck they talking 'bout n*gga? n*ggas ain't ready (Mob)
And I'm on a trip again, haha
I'm on this sh*t again, haha
And again, haha
They don't think I could switch it up on them at all
I ain't f*cking around
Wopo is a big time n*gga, real drug dealer

[Chorus]
I done did a lot of sh*t
Why would I put my heart into a n*gga I won't slide with?
He talk behind his homie back and don't think that's no foul sh*t
I come through, check my watch, I blow, get low soon as that time click
That switch hit off so fast it ain't no way you gon' time the b*tch
If she on the market I'm buying the b*tch
Catch him, he know that I'm firing the stick
Pressure, you know I'm applying this sh*t
Them youngings, they coming through, hitting no bricks
I rob, I mob, I stay with a glick
With n*ggas that I been in combat with
If you hear a bomb, you know it's a stick
[Verse]
b*tch, I get the packs gone, still flip 'em
I know all the opps, I know all their b*tches
Knock a n*gga head in and leave him dizzy
Thirty in the Glock and fifty in the drizzy
Hitting off this Drac'll knock him off his pivot
I'ma drop the tints I catch a n*gga slipping
Standing over shorty, cook him like a biscuit
I done got a deal but still a known killer
How you from the opps and I don't know you n*ggas?
How I'm just a rapper standing over n*ggas?
Twenty-Fifteen I was pulling triggers
Baba, that's the only n*gga that was with me
n*ggas went to school, n*ggas kept dissing
They thought I was bluffing 'til I came fishing
Hitting everything moving, we ain't missing
I done learned actions better than you talk it
n*ggas know the plug, I done met the socket
I done been to traps, vacants and apartments
n*gga got a lot of heart until I stopped it
Deep up in the pus*y got the b*tch farting
Funny-ass n*ggas, I should call 'em Martin
Got [?]
Got a [?], might start mobbing
Who the f*ck spin with single-shot Glocks?
I put a hundred-shot clip in the chopper
Talking 'bout a b*tch and she ain't even proper
I got a b*tch who love me and toxic
Five-five-sixes jumping out the cartridge
Couple of 'em hit 'em, bet his ass drop
Let 'em get close, filled his ass up
Let them n*ggas know, I ain't mask up, mob!
[Chorus]
I done did a lot of sh*t
Why would I put my heart into a n*gga I won't slide with?
He talk behind his homie back and don't think that's no foul sh*t
I come through, check my watch, I blow, get low soon as that time click
That switch hit off so fast it ain't no way you gon' time the b*tch
If she on the market I'm buying the b*tch
Catch him, he know that I'm firing the stick
Pressure, you know I'm applying this sh*t
Them youngings, they coming through, hitting no bricks
I rob, I mob, I stay with a glick
With n*ggas that I been in combat with
If you hear a bomb, you know it's a stick