Mack Maine - Mobbin lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, mobbin', ya hear me? Long live the mob, yeah Then that feel mine for life Out of pocket things happen to out of pocket people, you hear me? So stay in pocket 'fore I get into your pockets Yeah, you mark a** n***as, big game You motherf**ers keep violating the sh** mane, I'm at the center of hit squad man back at you, Fat Dave Larry P, mobbin' n***as, whom got open, ya hear me? Yeah we got Mack mizzle in this b**h, yeah Mobbin for real, ya heard me? [Verse 1:] All life n***a, all right n***a, You know we mobbin for real, Young n***as come through with the steel Ain't nothing for you a** to get k**ed Your banana get pealed, You're f**ing with the right one, So you're looking the wrong way, with the right gun, Psyche n***a, you keep doin what you do thinking that you a gangsta 50 Cent said the best you n***as just a wa*kster, Don't' make me just k**, like this part my job, Cash money, young money, b**h I'm part of the mob, n***a beat it, bout to move out to Kentucky We take over everything From Louisville to Lexington, them b**hes tryna f** me I already know when I drop there I'm good, How they grow n***a, that's my motherf**ing hood Shouts out the tune, We sh**tin' on this n***as like we woke up eating prunes, Who the f** wanna test us, we coming soon, We at yo front door before you wake up Jack on your cake and yo make up Excuse me and Jake up, then take your b**h out the crib, And ski skirt on our make-up, that's how we feel n***a, This sh** is real n***a, this sh** is real n***a That's how we feel n***a, beat it holla at me yea [Interlude:] The Akron, you heard me? I crawled around these n***as, tearing up sh**, Believe that, yeah, west I was fine, Yeah, I will snap your motherf**in cap Imagine that, out here in this motherf**ing Miami Doing it big lie, you heard me? Me and my n***a Mack, Haly Grove [Verse 2:] You understand n***a, I don't play football But like Pacman I'll be riding in that ghost, If you approach, I can make you a ghost, Get your a** up with that toast snd take your bread When I fill you with that led, You heard what I said, n***a Don't try to play dummin' like you're stupid retarded, My n***as loopin be come through And make it funky like fat man when he farted found your body Like when Ricky did, them boys in the hood, You see my boys is still hood n***a, We puff good n***a, you know we should n***a Leave you n***as on deck, roll feeling like shook n***a, Ridin up the block like I'm popped bustin shots, Who the f** would wanna test, y'all n***as just not, What we is, what we ain't uh, f** it man, I put about a mill on the Saints I don't care Bonnie boys, we run up on county boys, with them toys like brr Stick up! Aha, stick up B... [Interlude:] b**h a** n***a, My n***a forward to sh**, you heard me? Yeah, I'm motherf**ing on do it like this One time man We all get this sh** one time man, You hear me? Send a b**h dot com I warn you ya'll some of this pivid man But it ain't no real hold alive, you hear me? [Verse 3:] Put a b**h on a track, f** a rap n***as know that them b**hes get slapped but they ain't got my stacks, That's the reason why they call me Mack big pimpin, Off the Gulf Coast big shrimpin' Mobsters still eating lobster, pulling up in a Boxter Polo mother f**ing horses that what's on my boxers b**h I don't want box ya, I pop ya Leave you in the motherf**ing grave, not they box ya Six feet deep is where you be I'll even see in the sh**, If a n***a playin with me he eternally sleep, Uh, I put on my wall face, pull up on bumping that Scarface, And leave with a scarred face Who the f** would wanna test me and my n***a? We quick to pull triggers, yeah we still getting figures, Yeah some young money n***as yeah, Cash money n***as yeah West coast n***as yeah, South coast n***as yeah Blast if you protégé n***a [Outro:] That's what we do. Yea, my n***a throwin layups at the motherf**in basket right now, you heard me? Yea, them jump shots from the drop Believe that Just f**in with em