Lyrics Mobbin' - Lil Dude

Mobbin'

Rest in peace Prodigy, nigga I’m mobbin'
Huh, Luciano
Yeah, two point oh
Yeah, step back, jump shot, James Harden
I’m the realest nigga that ever did it
Pull the wrong nigga, I’m gettin' it, uh
Yeah, Luciano
Two point oh, two point oh
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, yeah, damn, dance on the world like I’m Carlton, ayy
I fucked your bitch at the Ritz Carlton, ayy
I’m doing this shit, yeah I’m mobbin', ayy
Rest in peace Prodigy nigga, I’m mobbin'
And I’m ballin' like the Harlem Globetrotters
I don’t do molly, I hang with the robbers
Young nigga all about the dollar
I drink the lean with the piña colada
Young nigga all about the dollar
I drink the lean with the piña colada
Young nigga all about the dollar
Cool nigga still pop his collar
Ask around who the real don dada
I ain’t no DJ, but I’m 'bout that drama
I was raised up to lie to your honor
Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer
I’m in too deep, I ain’t really had an option
Niggas they act and they do that shit often
Bro he was runnin' his shit up on Boston
We takin' them risks, my nigga we all in
I ain’t gon' lie, I feel like I’m fallin'
I ain’t gon' lie, your bitch she be callin'
I ain’t gon' lie, your bitch I’m adorin'
Your bitch I’ma feel her
And all these niggas, I don’t be feelin'
And all these niggas know I am the realest
And all these niggas know I might just kill 'em
Won’t give 'em a five, I might just slide
Yeah I cried when Ninety died
If a nigga want beef then he gotta die, ayy
I ain’t gon' know how yeah you know
I might pull up, kick it like judo
I might pull up, kick it like judo
And my house float, man I’m on Pluto
Yeah, I be a martian
Ooh, gas pack is fartin'
Ooh, these niggas worse
I get that money and work
I get the money and flirt
I might just pop me a perc, you know
I might just pop me a perc, ayy
She know she all in motion, ayy
I made this money go slow, ayy
I made this money go fast
Don’t matter nigga I’ma make this money gon' last, ayy
Ooh, yeah, damn, dance on the world like I’m Carlton, ayy
I fucked your bitch at the Ritz Carlton, ayy
I’m doing this shit, yeah I’m mobbin', ayy
Rest in peace Prodigy nigga, I’m mobbin'
And I’m ballin' like the Harlem Globetrotters
I don’t do molly, I hang with the robbers
Young nigga all about the dollar
I drink the lean with the piña colada
Young nigga all about the dollar
I drink the lean with the piña colada
Young nigga all about the dollar
Cool nigga still pop his collar
Ask around who the real don dada
I ain’t no DJ, but I’m 'bout that drama
I was raised up to lie to your honor
Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer
Who got the ganja, I might need a farmer