MOBBIN (Prod. By Raias Beats) by DJM

Lyrics:

I walk through the valley in the shadow of death

Got a gun in my hand with Tupac to my left.

Got a bad little shorty she got wet

Now motherfuckers wanna repent

Bitch it was over with, done, spit out, left to rot

Now a nigga like me bout to hit the g spot

Not no goddamn p spot

Because with that shit you hit it and leave hella quickly

Swear to god all you hoes is acting different lately

Now everybody tryna remember my name

That’s insane I haven’t even started on my path to fame

And one more thing, fuck that fat Nigga Payne

You can rot in hell for tryna speak game

Talk all that shit? Get hit and just quit

Matter of fact stay wit it, and fill up my gas BITCH

Hook

I don’t fuck wit you

It’s nothing personal

I don’t give a fuck bout you

It’s nothing reversible

You mad? Because I’m still living stylish

Oh you mad cuz you fuckin childish

Tryna spit at me? Who are you?

Last time I checked you was suckin on me too

And I’m sick of this shit

Get the fuck out my face

You and this petty shit

Ain’t nothin but a waste

With these words on this verse

Haven’t you heard

A little bird came flying out the mirror

That means fuck you

So drive clearer

And that’s the truth

Honest to god

I’m so sick of you

You and your hog ass bitch of a boy toy

Tryna be coy but you know you a slut with a ploy

The fuck you tryna do, that’s what’s up?

Talk about my dad and expect me not to drag my nuts on ya cheek

Hook

You ain’t fleek

You just weak

And Obselete

It’s time to delete

Take this shit home nyc

You know what I mean

You do not understand the pain

You driving other motherfuckers insane

It's time to go home

Nah quit playin

We won't be ever seeing you again