Straight Mobbin’ lyrics

by

T-Pain


[Intro]
(JuneOnnaBeat)
Oh, yeah? Oh

[Chorus: Vell & E-40]
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Mobbin'

[Verse 1: Vell]
Been mobbin' since a lil n*gga
Been getting money since trill n*gga
So you know I keep it on me
Catch a n*gga playing, pop him at his long sleeve
Need weed, I'ma call up Skee
I was down for 10 months, they was yelling for me (Free Vell)
First day out, I was back on that bullsh*t
Messed up outside trying to hit a lick
n*ggas see my Instagram so they think I'm rich
So I'm buyin' every gun and every f*ckin' clip
Gotta stay on point, never get caught slippin'
Never take my chain, Vell hit and quick splittin'
[Chorus: Vell & E-40]
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Mobbin'

[Verse 2: E-40]
I got a 6-7 Cougar and it's the truth (The truth)
It got a V8, I ain't talking about tomato juice (Tomato juice)
Without the trauma plate, what good is a 'proof? (A 'proof)
Put your hands over your head, guard your roof (Guard your roof)
Free my n*ggas in the shoe, not Mother Goose (Mother Goose)
You ain't the boss of me, n*gga, f*ck a truce (f*ck a truce)
I make a sucker disappear like poof (Like poof)
And no OG's in my ear, that's my excuse (My excuse)
UH, I'm mobbin', my n*gga (My n*gga)
I'm on and I'm full of this liquor (And I'm full of this liquor)
I'm mobbin', my n*gga (My n*gga)
My foreign got dealership stickers
She wanna smoke me out, she on me, she know I'm a boy, brodie
She know I'm swaggish and sauce-ish, she know I carry it bossy
I'm a master at funking, I got my funking degree
Beat your car up with the deuce-deuce-three, BIATCH!
[Chorus: Vell & E-40]
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Mobbin'

[Verse 3: Ezale]
I got to carve him up
Thought he wanted me to move something (We can move something)
But he wanted me to do something (We can do something)
Can't tell you 'cause I never been a dry snitch
Just know its a plan to get rich (For real, for real)
Mob sh*t, b*tch, I know you know
Used to rock with them n*ggas but I don't no more
And I thought he was lil but I heard he tote
So I can't affiliate, you know how that go
What you know about being in the mob, n*gga?
It's for life, f*ck a full-time job, n*gga
Right here you ain't playin' for keeps
If you live by the gun, you can die by the two-two-threes

[Chorus: Vell & E-40]
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', my n*gga
I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my n*gga
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B
Mobbin'
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