Steady Mobbin’ lyrics

by

Drake


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, f*ck these n*ggas
I'ma spare everything but these n*ggas
I flip the gun and gun-butt these n*ggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these n*ggas (Kane is in the buildin', n*gga)
Yeah, and f*ck these b*tches
I swear, I care about everything but these b*tches
I don't care, I "so what" these b*tches
And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these b*tches
If it ain't broke, don't break it
And if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him
Hope I don’t look weak, 'cause when a wolf cry wolf
You still see that wolf teeth, mothaf*cka
Futuristic handgun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one, haha
I'm at your face like Lancôme, haha
You n*ggas softer than Roseanne's son, heh
You cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy f*ckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue
Crazy mothaf*cka, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
All-white bricks
I’m straight like it’s jumping back to 36, n*gga
Big house, long hallways
Got 10 bathrooms, I could sh*t all day, n*gga
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*ck around and leave a n*gga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pus*y
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pus*y
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
What the f*ck is up? (Up) It’s Gucci Mane the G (S'Gucci)
Ask Tity Boi, no pity, boy; this scar city, the city boy (What?)
So Icy; so, no Nike, boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me ('Scuse me)
"Gucci Mane keep sh*ttin' on me, why that boy keep buying jewelry?" (Kane is in the buildin', n*gga)
East Atlanta c*ckin' hammers, bandannas on car antennas (Ugh)
No, we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these n*ggas' fingers (Huh)
Gucci's armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust
This AK-47 will hit ya anywhere from the ankle up (Ankle)
Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can (Damn)
4-5 Desert Eagle on me, you'll think I'm a Eagles fan (Huh)
Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again (Hah)
f*ck that n*gga, kill that n*gga, bring him back, kill him again (Gucci)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, the-the-the money is the motive
f*ck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote
"Okay, I’m reloaded," better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie
Swagger so bright, I don’t even need light
I’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice, ha
But, would you believe it? She eat dykes
And she asked me for a picture, so I gave her three strikes, yeah
I-I’m the man around this mothaf*cka
I’m so hot, you probably catch a tan around this mothaf*cka
This rap game, I got my hand around this mothaf*cka
Yeah, I said "game," but I ain’t playin' around this mothaf*cka
Yeah! I’m the best to ever do it, b*tch, haha
And you’re the best at never doin' sh*t
If you the sh*t, then I'm sewerage
Try me and I'll have your people reading eulogies, haha
I swear, you can't f*ck with me
But I can f*ck your girl, and make her nut for me, then sl*t for me
Then kill for me, then steal for me, and of course, it'll be your cash
Then I'll murder that b*tch and send her body back to your ass
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*ck around and leave a n*gga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pus*y
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pus*y
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, man, suck my clip
Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit, ughhhh
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 di*k for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weez'

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
And we don't want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*ck around and leave a n*gga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pus*y
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pus*y
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
(Kane is in the buildin', n*gga)
And we don’t want no problems
Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*ck around and leave a n*gga's brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pus*y
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pus*y
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby
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