Mobbin'

(Intro)

It's Poly D you ready to mob you tonight

Yeah buddy

Prizzy,Den-Z,Gynus

(Chorus)

Feeling like money, feeling like the cash

She hanging with the take

Baby feelin' the click now

We just steady mobbin'

But we ain't in the mob though

Tell 'em that we got it

And they ain't even notice baby

We just steady mobbin'

Mobbin' mobbin'

Baby feelin' the click now

We just steady mobbin'

But we ain't in the mob though

Tell 'em that we got it

And they ain't even notice baby

(Verse)

John Reckless and prod boy

I read the north and I'm proud of it

Taking chicks to my bakery

They play for me and I pound muffins

They used to hate me but now love me

From Houston baby that town under

Right there this girl

She's running back

Three other chicks the hit said how was it

I'm great boy, down pat

Bro fist, pound that

These other rappers is dead wrong

So all the fieldlines are laid out flat

I do this here, fashionably electric

Put up put up put up put up

Wait we in this fight down mix it

My record's playin' in your stereo

Classic up with that arid zone

If my voice is too nasally

I speak to y'all my baritone

Got the fans going nuts

'Cause the videos are playin'

Vicious like wolfs in the freaking Himalayas

I'mma a quick to debate them

Got a sounds,swagged all ,wanged down

All mobs around

I swear to God I did it

Rippin' it down a twirl

You rippin' around your pants

I'm waving around you girl

Still conquering all the kin

Got 'em and now I'm good

I'm the world's biggest mistake

And turn around the sun is shining

(Chorus)

Feeling like money, feeling like the cash

She hanging with the take

Baby feelin' the click now

We just steady mobbin'

But we ain't in the mob though

Tell 'em that we got it

And they ain't even notice baby

We just steady mobbin'

Mobbin' mobbin'

Baby feelin' the click now

We just steady mobbin'

But we ain't in the mob though

Tell 'em that we got it

And they ain't even notice baby

(Verse)

Best shirts with some open buttons

No cash but I'm over stuntin'

T-spoon me no rubber tootsie

Your girl for mama, your la la la

Different flavours like Dr.Pepper

Making all the rack can soul surrender

I have never ever got to rock a tandy

She like can you fix me, 'bout to build it

Come on team with me,

Mars ganging my family and that's that

Got my dream with me, this music thing

And my ambition to get it stack cash

If you wanna hate the music then pan now

I really give a rats ass

Hotel , her heels off

She adjacent me at last

And I ain't got to hate on the fact

That these haters strunt on me

Telling me my itch can't be real

Like it really isn't

Don't believe my words now

I tell you haters suck on these

100 with my statements

I say this itch 'cause I did it

What the fly is it there

What the hell are you so impatient with

You're attitude is practiced

Like my asian chick gotta pay for this

I can't wait for the day that my brothers

Make it to Ronalds misunderstood in the end

In these streets

(Chorus)

Feeling like money, feeling like the cash

She hanging with the take

Baby feelin' the click now

We just steady mobbin'

But we ain't in the mob though

Tell 'em that we got it

And they ain't even notice baby

We just steady mobbin'

Mobbin' mobbin'

Baby feelin' the click now

We just steady mobbin'

But we ain't in the mob though

Tell 'em that we got it

And they ain't even notice baby