steady mobbin lyrics – young money

“steady mobbin”

man, f*ck these n*gg*s
i-i’ma spare everything but these n*gg*s
i flip the gun and gun b*tt these n*gg*s
take the knife off tha ak and gut these n*gg*s

yeah, and f*ck these b*tches
i swear i care about everything b-but these b*tches
i-i don’t care, i, so what? these b*tches
and i put young mula baby way above these b*tches

ha, if it ain’t broke, don’t break it
a-and if he ain’t shook, i’m gon’ shake him
hope i don’t look weak ’cause when a wolf cry wolf
you still see that wolf teeth, m*th*f*cka

f-futuristic handgun
if you act foul, you get two shots and one
> i’m at your face like man c*m
you n*gg*s softer then rosanne’s son
y-y-you cannot reach me on my samsung

i’m busy f*cking the world and givin’ the universe my d*mn tongue
crazy m*th*f*cka, i am one, b-but the crazy thing is i began one
a-all white bricks i’m straight like it’s jumpin’ back to thirty-six n*gg*
big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, i can sh*t all day, n*gg*

and we don’t want no problems
okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i f*ck around
and leave a n*gg*’s brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p*ssy i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p*ssy, uh, huh and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

what the f*ck is up? it’s gucci maine the g
it’s t*tty, boy, no pity, boy, big scarcity, the city boy
so icy, so, no nike boy, just gucci louis prada ‘scuse me
gucci maine keep sh*ttin’ on me
why that boy keep buyin’ jewelry?

east atlanta c*ckin’ hammers
bandannas on car antennas
no, we do not talk to strangers
just cut off these n*gg*s fingaz
gucci’s armed and dangerous
cocaine, codeine and angel dust

this ak 47’ll hit you everywhere from ankle up
clip the size of nia long, clips long as a pringles can
.45 desert eagle on me you’ll think i’m an eagles fan
tony braxton sniper rifle make you never breathe again
f*ck that n*gg*, kill that n*gg*, bring him back, kill him again
gucci

yeah, th-the money is the motive
f*ck with the money, it get ugly as coyote
okay, i’m reloadin’ better pull it if you tote it
i buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie

swagga so bright i don’t even need light
i’m wit a model broad, she don’t even eat rice
uh, but would you believe that she dyk*s
and she asked me for a pitcher, so i gave her three strikes

i’m the man around this m*th*f*cka
i’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this m*th*f*cka
this rap game, i got my hand around this m*th*f*cka
yeah, i said game but i ain’t playin’ around this m*th*f*cka

yeah, i’m the best to ever do it b*tch
and you the best at never doin’ sh*t
if you the sh*t, then i’m sewer rich
t-try me, and i’ll have your people readin’ eulogies

i swear you can’t f*ck wit me
but i can f*ck yo’ girl and make her nut for me
then sl*t for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
and of course it’ll be yo’ cash
then i’ll murder that b*tch and send her body back to yo’ *ss

a-a-and we don’t want no problems
o-okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i f-f*ck around
and leave a n*gg* brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p*ssy i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p*ssy, uh, huh and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

uh, man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit
uh, 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 ferocious, murder your *ssociates
the top is so appropriate
this is just where i belong
keep a hard d*ck for yo’ girlfriend to wobble on
weezy

and we don’t want no problems
okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i-i f*ck around
and leave a n*gg* brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p*ssy, i-i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p*ssy, uh huh, and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

a-and we don’t want no problems
okay, you’re a goon, what’s a goon to a goblin?
yeah, big kane on the beat, i f-f*ck around
and leave a n*gg* brains on the street, ooh

now pop that p*ssy, i bring her to my bedroom
and pop that p*ssy, uh huh, and we be steady mobbin’
oh, kimosabe, big ballin’ is my hobby

/ young money lyrics