Steady Mobbin

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Man, fuck these niggas! I'mma spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas And fuck these bitches! I swear I care about everything but these bitches I don’t care, I "so what?" these bitches And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches If it ain’t broke, don’t break it And if he ain’t shook, I’m gonna shake him Hope I don’t look weak Cause when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf's teeth, muthafuckaa [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] 3 car garage, I like to back my dunk in Car so tall I told baby girl to jump in Trap stay bunking, we be on that stupid shit I be on TV, turn to the news at 6 Somewhere in the stupid fit, my chain look retard With no regard I can roll another cigar Dumb rich, so icy they call me numb wrist So icy it look like Sunkist, I run this I got this, all I want for Christmas is a young red fire bitch All we do is buy shit, all we do is try shit I tried it with a friend there, her friend is my bitch I told you I got this [Hook: Lil Wayne] And we don’t want no problems Ok, you’re a goon; what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street Ughh, I 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 [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] What the fuck is up? It’s Gucci Mane the G Ask Tity Boi, no pity boy, this strap city the city boy So icy, so no Nike boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me "Gucci Mane keep shittin on me, why that boy keep buyin jewellery?" East Atlanta cockin hammers Bandannas 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 will hitchya everywhere from the ankle up Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can .45 Desert Eagle on me, you’ll think I'm a Eagles fan Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again (Gucci!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Yeah, the money is the motive Fuck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote Ok, 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 But would you believe that she eat dykes? And she asked me for a pitcher, so I gave her 3 strikes Yeah, 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 playing around this motherfucker Yeah, I’m the best to ever do it, bitch And you’re the best at never doing shit If you the shit, then I am sewer-rich Try me and I’ll have your people reading eulogies I swear you can’t fuck with me But I can fuck your 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 your cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass [Hook] [Verse 5: Lil Wayne] Uh, man suck my clip Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit! Uhh! 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 fer-o-cious Murder your associates The top is so appropriate This is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on [Hook]