Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mobbin , by - Travis ThompsonRelease date: 18.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mobbin |
| Okay, I’m doing pretty good as far as geniuses go |
| Upper left to my death, but I’m getting cream on each coast |
| I mean, I reap what I sow, I’ll probably smoke 'fore I eat |
| I’m off the bean in my home and I’ll probably **** 'fore I sleep |
| It’s a couple hatin' from a local LA fitness, sleeved up |
| Mad they dreams ain’t working, so they try to hate on me, what? |
| If I was y’all, I wouldn’t broadcast my business |
| I got paper, work my job 'cause Twitter ain’t where my business is |
| I had holes in my shirt from ripping sensors, my mama stressing |
| Now I fly to Manhattan office, get blessed with whole collections |
| It’s a new game |
| And they’re starting the feeling, my old friends |
| Your budget resemble my loose change |
| My boot-chain all fucked up, y’all new prey |
| I’m next up, bitch, you late, recap my past six |
| Tyler bought a beam and a Rollie, a brand new mattress |
| I bought a bunch of drugs and I really haven’t looked back since |
| Y’all past-tense, I’m staff-picked |
| Don’t blast us, we’re average |
| Your wack-shit like cappin', I’m good |
| Just watch and take notes, imagine you could |
| I put stats on my books, I’m like, «that's what it took?» |
| I need Am Walks for Ambaum, I’m papped to my hood |
| And that’s facts 'til the day over, I pray that you stay with us |
| Did Sway with a hangover, we used to sell painkillers |
| I’m way different, I’m way different |
| I make pictures, I’m way different |
| Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up |
| Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' |
| Do a little much, I need to ease up |
| You could gun it, I’ma run it, couldn’t keep up, mobbin' |
| Ride, grinning wide with my feet up |
| Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' |
| Do a little much, I need to ease up |
| You could gun it, I’ma run it, couldn’t keep up, mobbin' |
| Running, checking my Adidas, they say adios |
| I’m the shit, I guess my potty is a pot of gold |
| Know a couple movin' weight just like they popular |
| Know a couple moving snake, you see my line is more |
| Can’t make you no promise |
| I need the top of my roof as a topic |
| 'Cause it could go missing in traffic |
| Whether I spin it, to flip it |
| To make it, make it, make it back as a prophet |
| Put it on mamas and papi |
| Laughin' 'cause I got some options |
| Moves are black, I feel it back |
| I swerve through lanes, I’m cape-done |
| Need bank like K all caked up |
| Don’t play like J, K made off |
| Can’t save her, no, you can’t save her |
| Said ride, grinning wide with my feet up |
| Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' |
| Do a little much, I need to ease up |
| You could gun it, I’ma run it, couldn’t keep up, mobbin' |
| Ride, grinning wide with my feet up |
| Down the 509, rolling weed up, mobbin' |
| Do a little much, I need to ease up |
| You could gun it, I’ma run it, couldn’t keep up, mobbin' |
| Mobbin' |