Steady Mobbin (feat. Gucci Mane)

Man, fuck these niggas I-I'ma spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas Take the knife off tha AK and gut these niggas (Kane is in the building) Yeah, and fuck these bitches I swear I care about everything b-but these bitches I-I don't care, I, "so what?" these bitches And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches Ha, if it ain't broke, don't break it And-and-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, motherfucker Fu-fu-futuristic handgun If you act foul, you get two shots and one I'm at your face like Lancôme You niggas softer then Roseanne's son, hey Y-y-you cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fucking the world and giving the universe my damn tongue Crazy motherfucker, 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 36 nigga Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga And we don't want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby What the fuck is up? It's Gucci Mane the G Ask Tity Boi, no pity, boy, this scar city, the city boy (What?) So Icy, so, no Nike boy, just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me "Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry?" (Kane is in the building) East Atlanta cockin' hammers, bandanas on car antennas No, we do not talk to strangers just cut off these niggas fingers 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 Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again Gucci Yeah, the-the-the money is the motive Fuck with the money, it get ugly as coyote Okay, I'm reloaded, better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie Swagger so bright I don't even need light I'm with a model broad, she don't even eat rice, ha But would you believe it? She eat dykes And she asked me for a pitcher, so I gave her three strikes I-I'm the man around this motherfucker I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker Yeah, I said game but I ain't playin' around this motherfucker Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it bitch And you the best at never doin' shit If you the shit, then I'm sewer rich T-try me, and I'll have your people readin' eulogies I swear you can't fuck wit me But I can fuck yo' girl and make her nut for me Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me And of course it'll be yo' cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo' ass And-and we don't want no problems Oka-okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I-I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh Now pop that pussy I-I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby Uh, m-man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and don't you spit Ugh, 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 associates The top is so appropriate This is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for yo' girlfriend to wobble on, Weez And-and we don't want no problems Oka-okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I-I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh Now pop that pussy I-I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby And-and we don't want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I-I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh Now pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby