Fuck a pound im sticking wit a box sales

Trash bag full of bud passin Stockdale

Life is wild when you trappin outta hotels

Im talking standard or the West-in not a motels

100 rounds in my heater

100 pounds in my prius

Police don't see us

Touch down on my Villa

Breaking bread wit my amigos

Do it again when we reup

No fake hundos

Cash counter gone beep us

Ain't fucking wit u clowns

U moving too slow

Ain't fucking wit the plugs

The one's you know

Rolling up a fat motha fucker

Like sumo

Chasing blue faces got me

On the go

Mobing deep ?

Nah I'm mobing solo

No need to comfort me by all you hobos

Now smile and wait for the flash like a photo

Im high as my socks, but ain't a cholo

We run it like that

We mob it like that

We run it like that

We mob it like that

We run it like that

We mob it like that

Mobing, I'm mobing with my day one

Mobing, I'm mobing with my day one

Mobing, I'm mobing with my day one

Maybe I'm a douche

It's whatever

Cuz I fucked yo bitch

Then her pussy smelled better

You a trash bag that get pucked in

All the money talk you never get stupid

Keep on dreaming

Your broker than a stripper parents feelings

What she facing demons

Plus she facing semon

She'll suck yo dick bitch

Don't give her reason

Run up yo check

Its that time of the season

You not on my leven believe it

I hang on to my money

You hang on to yo feelings

Rip Bman

Pop a wheelie demon

Everyday we grieving

Yeah everyday we grieving

Mothafucka keep it real

Ain't no fantasy talk

Young homies catching body

In a family park

Shit crazy in the hood thats forreal

Its a horror movie like an Amityville

Can't cope with the pain so im popping these pills

Gotta pay them bills so I'm chopping the deal

Like what it do

I need that pure white

Take a bump

Got me feeling alright

Say less mother fucker or you gone get lit up

Catch a body leaking like a red ketchup

I'm minding my biz

But they want altercation

Stay true to myself

Who Am I be faking

They looking at me funny

Cuz Im half asain

Keep up the grind

Dollar sign chasing

Hibachi cooking up

Im a buissnes man

So all the investors

Better hear my plan

Im the only rapper wit a food truck so when you come to my shows better say wusup

Get that plate

Shrimp n steak

Have a taste

I fenna pass salt bae

I can do it all day

We run it like that

We mob it like that

We run it like that

We mob it like that

We run it like that

We mob it like that

Mobing, I'm mobing with my day one

Mobing, I'm mobing with my day one

Mobing, I'm mobing with my day one

Feel the envy when I get my bread

But the closed mouth don't get fed

So don't be a broke ass bitch

Go out there and do some shit

On god

On god