#Mobblanta - Lil Tony Official: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Lil Tony Official

#Mobblanta

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Hip-Hop/Rap

#Mobblanta was released on January 1, 2026 by Lil Tony Official as a part of the album Mrs.Key

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00:25 - 00:30

#Mobblanta was discovered most frequently at around 25 seconds into the song during the past week

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02:17

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Tony Official

Lil Tony Official

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Tekai Key

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Luke Beasley

Producer

Lyrics

(Thanks, Yakree)

Yeah, I'm a young rich ****, from Atlanta where I'm from

Yeah, I'm a young rich, yeah, yeah, yeah

Young fly ****, come out the West, where I'm from, streets ain't sweet

Gave you game, tried to wake you up, but it seem like you just wanna stay sleep

God is great, no more worryin' 'bout money, I just bought an AMG

Life a movie, no AMC

All my brothers, they empty clips with me

Skinny ****, pull out my bankroll and might add a buck 50

Create a new swag, she like how I look inside my debonair linen

I'm hustlin' hard, this money come fast, go solitaires on the pendant

Ain't no more Tony, this Keezy

I done grew up, don't forget it

Got a swag addiction, I admit it

I been playin' with millions, I admit it (whoa, whoa)

I ain't got no feelings, I admit it (whoa)

I don't want no dealings, I admit it (yeah)

I admit it, I got love for the bros on the block, but ain't goin' back to the trenches

I remember we spinned inside a lemon, I can't lie, everything went sour

Ran up money, and then came the fame, and then came the women, and then came the power

We used to post up with sticks like a owl

Learned how to shoot back, it turned to collateral

Hate on a ****, never

Spent too much on that Louis sweater

I've been racin' myself, I see **** tryna get in the way, but they gon' have to catch up

But right now, I got my foot on they neck (Keezy)

Blame it on me if TKey ever let up

Had me locked down in that cell, I was just thankin' God I wasn't no scripture

Now it's Wagyu tomahawk on every plate just for my pleasure

I'ma real Atlanta ****, honey, hot sauce, lemon pepper, whoa

Young fly ****, come out the West, where I'm from, streets ain't sweet

Gave you game, tried to wake you up, but it seem like you just wanna stay sleep

God is great, no more worryin' 'bout money, I just bought an AMG

Life a movie, no AMC

All my brothers, they empty clips with me

Skinny ****, pull out my bankroll and might add a buck 50

Create a new swag, she like how I look inside my debonair linen

I'm hustlin' hard, this money come fast, go solitaires on the pendant

Ain't no more Tony, this Keezy

I done grew up, don't forget it

Don't forget it, don't forget it, don't forget it

Don't forget it, don't forget it, don't forget it, bae

Written by: Tekai Key

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