Still Mobbin

[Hook]x2 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] 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... [Hook]