Anacron - Sturdy Mobbin' lyrics

[Verse 1] Four fly n***as in an Asian whip Better yet, V-Tech Civic, fitted with a major kit Dipped! Front and back panes got tint Sober, not bent homie, 'cause I got sense And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we serve it up the coldest I'll never sport camo with the green guys I'd rather sport bow ties slangin' bean pies I rock thrifty T-shirts every month With Nudie denim (that's raw cut) I'm finna get rich 'Cause life ain't nothing but money, f** a b**h Lay them down like dominoes And if you didn't know, Anacron got a lot of hoes So after I tap that I hit and quit it, get fitted in Olivers and a black hat I'm on the move All you're going to get is some dap and an attitude Buckle up and mash out like Batman and Robin b**h, 'cause Anacron is mobbin' [Hook] Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Sturdy mobbin') [Verse 2] Rumble with thunder sticks I'd rather be locked in a cell than buried under it Plus I'm getting grands, boy f** iPhone, move to Android Told all my friends "don't imitate, yawl; decimate these little trends" Fools get drunk and want to compete Rap battles in the street Rappers get mad, tempers are flaring Because we've got a few slimmies staring Trying to impress a dime But scandalous b**hes waste your precious time I make it my duty to cuss 'em Out 'cause I just don't trust 'em This bumperhead-hipster-skateboard-Betty Should've already known Anacron is mobbin' [Hook] [Verse 3] Since one-time's so hot Got me a stash box in the Honda for the Glock And I'm rolling black spokes Eating soul food from Serving Spoon with a silver fork Maxin' like a muhfuh Greasy-a** fingers make it hard to turn the bump up Saw MTM bellin' Put the window down, straight yellin, "what up loc" Don't you know that homies get ganked Walking around here like it's straight? Get in fool I'll swoop you to the pad soon Stop at Taco Bell and drop a load in the bathroom Messaging the contract-writers Coming out feeling about ten pounds lighter Hit up AK "What up wit'it, jack?" Finna hit the spot DJ MDA's spinnin' at Mikecheck turn it up like ramps And fools try to bite like vamps Jedi make tramps get damp Gallery, blowin' up your amps Get down, b**h