Two nines on me I think I'm Warren Sapp
I'm blowin' these checks I be countin' some gwuala my wallet lookin fat
This one for my homies all my goons playin' with a sack
For all my fallin bangers who ain't never comin' back
All black
Gas pack
Mixed with the boof
No roof
I rock like 2Pac, (BIIIITCHH)
I got the juice
Who is you
I do not know
Who let you in
Close the damn do'
I do not fuck with nobody you say you my brody but surely you are my foe

(HOOK)
Fendi Fire Flame Mane x 2

I am not laughing you bitch
No I am not happy you bitch
Ain't shit is funny
You opp little dummy
You fucked up this time
9 shots right at to tummy
You bitch
What the fuck you think this is
You really thought that Young Mobbin wasn't gonna find out you was talkin' all that shit
Let me tell you somethin'
Mobbin always slumpin'
Any fool who cross me and really think they stuntin'
Movement so pivotal
Often am ridiculed
By all of these miserable imbeciles
These instagram fucks
You ignorant sluts

(HOOK)

Xans in my lean I pop xans til' I'm sleep
I got my shit on lock on the block I'm a king
King of all things that are grimey
I got my racks up
Now my teeth shining, dining
Out exclusively, so
Bitch do not be rude to me
Please don't get no funny ideas
You ain't that fresh you ain't fresh azimiz
Bow wow beefin' bitch I think that I'm soulja
I done turned my swag on I thought I told'ja