M1llionz - Mobbin lyrics

(Ay, what, now? HONEYWOODSIX, Jevon) boiyoi

Mobbin' (Wha'?) my nigga touched him
Now he said he's on me too
I can't wrong him (Haha)
And if you ever hear man's plotting
Don't worry too much
Cause I just warn rob him (What's good?)
Outside it's popping
Don't look through the peep when
You hear the door knocking
When they ask about him and
Say "Is he active?"
I say "Ouu nahhh" (Dickheads)
Dem a guh tink a rental when I
Pull up in a new car (Skrrr)
You can't drive this hot car
Back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (Wha'?)
Stop crying like a bitch badman I
Thought you was a shooter



Skeng are you okay? Are you okay?
Are you okay, brodie?
At the passenger side window
With the ting cocked
Bro, reverse slowly (Bow)
I see some yutes by the chicken shop
Should I lick it off?
Quick, quick, bro show me
Ayy ayy it's kicking off
Let's see what these niggas on
Skeng, take his Roley (Hee hee)

I get my perfume from cats
Don't care how much they are
You are only only getting one of each
I mob through with some different swag
Just a plain white vest and
Some all black Wallabees (Plain Jane)
I love going yard but I can't
Do that nine-hour flight in economy (Whoosh)
They say Ten Percent's lit
Most popping in the city? Hmm probably
Tell man straight if it weren't for
Jail I wouldn't care about muscle
You wasting your time in
Brum tryna fist fight
Rise your machine, no point tryna scuffle
I don't tolerate bullies and niggas that
Go around tryna cause trouble (Dickheads)
All that selective shit garn end
When the door starts knocking

Mobbin' (Wha'?) my nigga touched him
Now he said he's on me too
I can't wrong him (Haha)
And if you ever hear man's plotting
Don't worry too much
Cause I just warn rob him (What's good?)
Outside it's popping
Don't look through the peep when
You hear the door knocking
When they ask about him and
Say "Is he active?"
I say "Ouu nahhh" (Dickheads)
Dem a guh tink a rental when I
Pull up in a new car (Skrrr)
You can't drive this hot car
Back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (Wha'?)
Stop crying like a bitch badman I
Thought you was a shooter

Yo that little sceeze is not my lover
And it's in my jeans, I got my gloves on
And I'm tryna scheme on them
Yutes with my brother
So if you you see this tinted jeep
Best duck and dive for some cover, pussy
I love the passion I see in bro's face
Anytime I tell him that someone's chatting
He gets pissed off as much as me
I tell him, it's that, it's that
He's catting (Boiyoi) i don't know if nigga
Thinks man's mental health
Must have changed since I started rapping
Just know Ten Percent don't do link ups
Or no fun eye bandana flagging
I accept dollars, euros, sterling
Anything that can accumulate profit
I had to cut off certain
Workers, it weren't worth it
There was too many losses
How you tryna gwarn bad with no bread?
Got dropped and your mum
Can't afford your coffin
Them man there just pussy and brass
We ain't got nothing at all in common
(Boiyoi)

Mobbin' (Wha'?) my nigga touched him
Now he said he's on me too
I can't wrong him (Haha)
And if you ever hear man's plotting
Don't worry too much
Cause I just warn rob him (What's good?)
Outside it's popping
Don't look through the peep when
You hear the door knocking
When they ask about him and
Say "Is he active?"
I say "Ouu nahhh" (Dickheads)
Dem a guh tink a rental when I
Pull up in a new car (Skrrr)
You can't drive this hot car
Back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (Wha'?)
Stop crying like a bitch badman I
Thought you was a shooter

Skeng are you okay? Are you okay?
Are you okay, brodie?
At the passenger side window
With the ting cocked
Bro, reverse slowly (Bow)
I see some yutes by the chicken shop
Should I lick it off?
Quick, quick, bro show me
Ayy ayy it's kicking off
Let's see what these niggas on
Skeng, take his Roley