Mobbin' (feat. Kony Brooks) Video (MV)

Come on
Uh, yeah
Let's go to work
Yo

Toss a f*ckin' cap in yo cap, consider it incest
Front and whined up flat on yo back, we taxin' with interest
Pitchin' wolf tickets, bet we pay yo ass in chin checks
Hustle till the well is dry, that mean it ain't a cent left
Yes what I reply when they askin' me if I'm Bizzy
Nights I slept with stomach empty, got my hustle in a frenzy
Bingeing on these Benji's, bank deposits I need plenty
Try to rob and find a semi to yo noggin'
Leave you cold as Haagen Dazs and still we mobbin'

Still We Mobbin'
Yeah
Still We Mobbin'
Yeah

Clutchin' duckets, proper paper touchin', screamin' f*ck the cops
Act disorderly with authorities, till the killing stops
To get that grip up, the pistols hiccup, this is a stick up
They panic when the pawn knocks off the queen and bishops
Fear us when they sense hostilities match
Still this crooked system do you like Sebastian if you legally strapped
Eager to escape the meager we've inherited
Respect ain't what they care to give
They'd rather see us starving so we mobbin'

Still We Mobbin'
Yeah
Still We Mobbin'
Yeah

Kony
My flow cold as Antarctica in the ice age
Dice games got him dressin' sharper than a knife blade
White caine got the block jumping like it's double dutch
A fifth of Henny have them broads drippy like the lights paid
Old boogie, back when the iron sparked and you lay low
Nah, we don't know the shooter officer, the case closed
Flower sold faster in the garden, cause they hate snow
And we ain't need a cam to get'em freaky, cause they bang bros
Having premonitions, hitting sisters off the liquor
Out of line with iffy niggas, hittin' swishers takin' pictures, get ridiculous
If you askin' for the point, then get a pencil
If you really gotta ask then I should prolly get specific, but I can't
Cause I ain't violating code for shit
But if you know, you know about this water, and you hold the shit
That's a right of passage where we from, you make the most of it
Or niggas at your door to leave you wetter than the ocean is
Father all these rappers, Maury Povich
I used to write these rhymes when I was home alone, the glow Macaulay Culkin
Now I rep a gang, that play no games, they'll leave you stained
You want no problems, we be wildn' when we mobbin' nigga, yeah

Ain't no playing victim over this way
Close the conversation with them techs or a big K
Spray the activator pon a hater, watch his soul glow
Riot till we rising, if we silent then we won't grow

Won't grow
See we take by force cause we got no choice
That legal pistol ain't even an issue
They fear yo skin color brother
So we mobbin'
L-Biz
Kony
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