Lyrics Still Mobbin - Raz Simone

Still Mobbin

I’m still mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked too hard, gone too far
To have yall ma’fuckas in the way
Still mobbin', mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked to hard, gone too far
To let y’all ma’fuckas in the way
I’m still mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked too hard, gone too far
To have yall ma’fuckas in the way
Still mobbin', mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked to hard, gone too far
To let y’all ma’fuckas in the way
I remember my first zip, first pack
First kilogram, first strap
First bitch that I ever put on my first track
First time whippin' white in my first trap
I say all that to recognize the contrast
Seein' where you see a nigga at
In comparison to where I’m from
Me and my niggas comin', comin' from the bottom in the back
Real niggas where we at, right here
I be solo dolo most of the time, though, with my 44
Ridin' round town switchin' whips like they low-lows
Duckin' and huntin' the ops and the po-po, real talk
I know niggas that’s tough until the steel pop
Bitch niggas can’t eat, get a real job
In these streets with my heat and I still pop
No body guards, so I still mobmob
I’m still mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked too hard, gone too far
To have yall ma’fuckas in the way
Still mobbin', mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked to hard, gone too far
To let y’all ma’fuckas in the way
I’m still mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked too hard, gone too far
To have yall ma’fuckas in the way
Still mobbin', mobbin'
Fuck what a hater got to say
We’ve worked to hard, gone too far
To let y’all ma’fuckas in the way
I remember my first zip, first pack
First kilogram, first strap
First bitch that I ever put on my first track
First time whippin' white in my first trap
I say all that to recognize the contrast
Seein' where you see a nigga at
In comparison to where I’m from
Me and my niggas comin', comin' from the bottom in the back
Real niggas where we at, right here
I be solo dolo most of the time, though, with my 44
Ridin' round town switchin' whips like they low-lows
Duckin' and huntin' the ops and the po-po, real talk
I know niggas that’s tough until the steel pop
Bitch niggas can’t eat, get a real job
In these streets with my heat and I still pop
No body guards, so I still mob
I peel off in somethin' lookin' clean
Me and my niggas get dirty for green
Made a hundred racks when I was still just a teen
And if there’s any nigga sayin' his grinds harder then me
From my city, I’d just laugh and say: «please!»
Shits got levels and degrees
Don’t meddle with the schemes or get metal in your spleen
A thousand dollar jug to me is like tryna throw pebbles in the sea
Man niggas is weak
I don’t know why they be thinking that they could switch places with me
Middle school was your peak
All the kids that you bullied back then are your only war stories you speak
Niggas don’t sing but they talk to police though
Don’t kill but they try and steel, from a nigga that will
Hm, that’s mob, 100 niggas show up at your block, flash mob
I don’t wanna kill, swear to God I don’t wanna kill
But I got a son and a momma still
Therefore I will and I’m…