Crusin' & Mobbin' (feat. Husalah, Keak da Sneak & Turf Talk)

Bitch

Man, turn me up to maximum insanest (The– The– The Mekanix)

Insanest with no containments (Do entertainment)

You feel me?

They can't blame it, you feel me?

Yo

You can ask your bitch if the house is dope

She'll tell you the house is the dopest she know

Dope fiends in my kitchen, dog

Dope fiends in my kitchen, bro

I like to get lots of guap

Bend the corner ridin' in the big black drop

Hella slide, hella fucking knock

Bend the corner, hella knock

Yeah, tone that shit down

Bitch, yoking off the ground

****, and it's Seven-Three Mob though

Four doors with no poke, ho

They in a real glass house, brody

If it got the post on the window

****, big black Four-Fifty-Four

Hit the block sideways, fuck the sideshow

****, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin'

****, with the trunk just throbbin'

****, with the Glock Four-Four though

'Cause these lil' bitch **** want problems

****, but your girlfriend with me

And the bitch think she with me

I told the bitch to slow down

'Fore the bitch overdose like Whitney

Cruisin' opp, trunk vibing, I'm just fuckin' 'round

Fifteens in the back, what your bitch 'bout?

Found it, astounding, I'll show sound

I shoot heat from the wine, fresh off the mound

I'm down for whatever and shit after that

Never took one without giving about a hundred back

Lying on a stack, ten packs I can move a week

Take a pic of the work overnight and get back to the cheese

Bitch, please, tryna tell a ****, "Turn it down"

Now everything turned up, tell me how it sound

You' gon' catch a round acting like a clown treading up on something thin

Grab you, break your neck, uppercut, split your chin

You' gon' catch a round acting like a clown treading up on something thin

Grab you, break your neck, uppercut, then I split your chin

Again, again, again

By choice your bitch tryna force it in

****, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin'

****, with the trunk just throbbin'

****, with the Glock Four-Four though

'Cause these lil' bitch **** want problems

****, but your girlfriend with me

And the bitch think she with me

I told the bitch to slow down

'Fore the bitch overdose like Whitney

I get in the garage, pull it out when it's ready

Buy another chrome piece whenever I touch money (Whenever I touch money)

Cocaína, nickname Fee Scale

I swear if I could, I'd sell dope through a email

Bitches always getting caught, always going to jail

Either you take big risks or you stupid as hell (Stupid as hell)

Man, I told you about your, boy, man, your ****'s a rat

You need to cut him off or you're just as bad

I told my mama, "Check it out, I ain't tryna be poor"

I'm serving raw cocaine, I ain't going to a job pool (No)

Knocked more hoes in my old school than my new school (Yup)

Now I got more hoes than I used to (Yup)

Now I'm having more money than I'm used to (Yup)

I don't gotta borrow shit like I used to (Yeah)

Yeah, we came along way from them nosebleeds

Now we cash out for the court seats

****, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin'

****, with the trunk just throbbin'

****, with the Glock Four-Four though

'Cause these lil' bitch **** want problems

****, but your girlfriend with me

And the bitch think she with me

I told the bitch to slow down

'Fore the bitch overdose like Whitney