We Be Steady Mobbin'

[INTRO] (Short Auditory Visual) E They call 'em Doc Wes "LA" They call me chuck larry mother fucker "YEAH" Smoke! [Verse 1] I Got the planet in my hand Pistols banging, you would think I'm playing with a band Told G to bring them guns that split your body in half Then my niggas came through and made the building collapse Money over bitches, Because that cash quick fast You niggas is all shit, The pussy’s meeting ass Air your ass out, Have you bleeding like pads Bullets in the air , Let me see you bitches rain dance Kick it wit a couple fans, Mixing purp wit amber hash Skinny jeans, back pack, Letterman, snapback Dark shades like’em black, Fresh illuminate the scratch Don’t compare me to your man, Baby that’s a mismatch Sun is what my wrist catch, Better call dispatch My soldiers carry big gat's, Fullmoon illa bust back All you rappers lunch snacks, Jump up off my nutt sack Tickle Nina till she empty, Yeah that bitch love that Haha Futuristic fly shit Two seat plane smoking bongs in the cockpit Crazy ass shit, Ima crazy ass nigga I'll shoot that Thirty-Eight till them bullets meet your zipper Snapshots, Body frame, Smile for the picture Hope you photogenic bitch my shots will never miss you My liver full of liquor, Now Im headed to my show I can hear’em screaming bravo at the top of they throats Back stage getting blowed, With my niggas and some hoes Teaching white girls how to roll, All we smoke is Cali dro Bongs and papers what you know, Bank rolls got my skinnies low Look into the sky and blow a kiss to my angel Orange and black fitted got me looking like a bengal Yeah I know she spot the swag, She catching every angle All you bitches same, old, Let her know I'm single Took her the moon and ate that pussy like a mango Flew to Carolina, Kicking it with Hollywood Posted with some bad bitch, Smoking bongs, Lighting good Bad guy, The nigga that your parents say is no good Never tried Well you should Never come to my hood Why [Hook/Bridge] All my niggas ready Put on my city while my bitch count fetti Yeah Let me talk my shit Get a parachute jump off my dick Oh We fly to the money I pop that pussy till that bitch start cuming Yeah We be steady mobbin' Smoking sour dank bitch rolling is my hobby [Verse 2] Drink! Drink! Till I wake up with a hang over All green snap back Greenbay pullover Yeah My flow diesel like a bulldozer Ever since I met your girl, She act like she don’t know you Got her naked wrapped up in my sheets like toga Waking up to pistols screaming I don’t need folders Fucking with them dogs that’ll bite like a rover Flow much colder, I am so solar Universal flow, Spot weak rappers with my sonar Bravo punch bars serve a round to you young boys Beware of that new voice, Make sure that weed moist Niggas smoking Reggie Miller, Grand papi my first choice Got my daily iron, Carry nines like im up to par Fucking college bitches got them screaming like El DebBarge King papers with the trees saved in the jar Nigga whats your death wish, I'mma shooting star All black skinnies with the gun to Match, Nigga I shoot first never bustin back Hitting 90 foot to petal with the top pilt back My girl keep it in her purse, incase I reach into the bag BRAVO! [Hook/Bridge] All my niggas ready Put on my city while my bitch count fetti Yeah Let me talk my shit Get a parachute jump off my dick Ohh We fly to the money I pop that pussy till that bitch start cumming Yeah We be steady mobbin' Smoking sour dank bitch rolling is my hobby