Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Straight Mobbin, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 11.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Straight Mobbin |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Mobbin' |
| Been mobbin' since a lil nigga |
| Been getting money since trill nigga |
| So you know I keep it on me |
| Catch a nigga 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 bullshit |
| Messed up outside trying to hit a lick |
| Niggas see my Instagram so they think I’m rich |
| So I’m buyin' every gun and every fuckin' clip |
| Gotta stay on point, never get caught slippin' |
| Never take my chain, Vell hit and quick splittin' |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Mobbin' |
| 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 niggas in the shoe, not Mother Goose (Mother Goose) |
| You ain’t the boss of me, nigga, fuck a truce (Fuck 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 nigga (My nigga) |
| I’m on and I’m full of this liquor (And I’m full of this liquor) |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga (My nigga) |
| 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! |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Mobbin' |
| 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 shit, bitch, I know you know |
| Used to rock with them niggas 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, nigga? |
| It’s for life, fuck a full-time job, nigga |
| Right here you ain’t playin' for keeps |
| If you live by the gun, you can die by the two-two-threes |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| I’m mobbin', I’m mobbin', my nigga |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Straight MOB, M-O-B, M-O-B |
| Mobbin' |