Steady Mobbin

Man, fuck these niggas

I-I'ma spare everything but these niggas

I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas

Take the knife off tha AK and gut these niggas (Kane is in the building)

Yeah, and fuck these bitches

I swear I care about everything b-but these bitches

I-I don't care, I, "so what?" these bitches

And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches

Ha, if it ain't broke, don't break it

And-and-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, motherfucker

Fu-fu-futuristic handgun

If you act foul, you get two shots and one

I'm at your face like Lancôme

You niggas softer then Roseanne's son, hey

Y-y-you cannot reach me on my Samsung

I'm busy fucking the world and giving the universe my damn tongue

Crazy motherfucker, I am one, b-but the crazy thing is I began one

A-all white bricks I'm straight like it's jumpin' back to 36 nigga

Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga

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 fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh

Now, pop that pussy

I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy

Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'

Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

What the fuck is up? It's Gucci Mane the G

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

"Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me

Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry?" (Kane is in the building)

East Atlanta cockin' hammers, bandanas 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'll hit you everywhere from ankle up

Clip the size of Nia Long, clips long as a Pringles can

.45 Desert Eagle on me you'll think I'm an Eagles fan

Tony Braxton sniper rifle make you 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

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 pitcher, so I gave her three strikes

I-I'm the man around this motherfucker

I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker

This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker

Yeah, I said game but I ain't playin' around this motherfucker

Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it bitch

And you the best at never doin' shit

If you the shit, then I'm sewer rich

T-try me, and I'll have your people readin' eulogies

I swear you can't fuck wit me

But I can fuck yo' 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 yo' cash

Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo' ass

And-and we don't want no problems

Oka-okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?

Yeah, and 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'

Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

Uh, m-man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and don't you spit

Ugh, 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 yo' girlfriend to wobble on, Weez

And-and we don't want no problems

Oka-okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?

Yeah, and 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'

Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

And-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-I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh

Now pop that pussy

I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy

Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'

Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby