Mobbin
big p.i. Lyrics

(Ayy, what now?)
(HONEYWOODSIX)
(Jevon)
Boi-yoi

Mobbin' (wha'?)
My nigga touched him, now he said he's on me too
I can't wrong him (haha) And if you ever hear man's plottin', don't worry too much
'Cause I just wan' rob him (it's cool)
Outside is poppin', don't look through the peep
When you hear the door knockin'
When they ask about him and say, "Is he active?"
I say, "Ooh, nah" (dickheads)
Dem ah guh tink ah rental when I pull up in new car (skrrt)
You can't drive this hot car back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (wha'?)
Stop cryin' like a bitch, badman, I thought you was a shooter

Skeng are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay, brodie?
At the passenger side window with the ting cocked
Bro, reverse slowly (baow)
I see some yutes by the chicken shop, should I lick it off?
Quick, quick, bro show me
Ayy, ayy it's kickin' off, let's see what these niggas on (lagga)
Skeng, take his Rollie (hee-hee)

I get my perfumes from cats
Don't care how much they are
You are only only gettin' one of each
I mob through with some different swag
Just a plain white vest and some all black Wallabees (plain jane)
I love goin' yard but I can't do that nine-hour flight in economy (whoosh)
They say ten percent's lit
Most poppin' in the city? Hmm, probably (hmm)
Tell man straight if it weren't for jail I wouldn't care about muscle
You wastin' your time in brum tryna fist fight
Rise your machine, no point tryna scuffle (woi)
I don't tolerate bullies and niggas
That go around tryna cause trouble (dickheads)
All that selective shit gon' end when the door starts knockin'

Mobbin' (wha'?)
My nigga touched him, now he said he's on me too
I can't wrong him (haha)
And if you ever hear man's plottin', don't worry too much
'Cause I just wan' rob him (it's cool)
Outside is poppin', don't look through the peep
When you hear the door knockin'
When they ask about him and say, "Is he active?"
I say, "Ooh, nah" (dickheads)
Dem ah guh tink ah rental when I pull up in new car (skrrt)
You can't drive this hot car back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (wha'?)
Stop cryin' like a bitch, badman, I thought you was a shooter

Yo, that little skeez is not my lover
And it's in my jeans, I got my gloves on
And I'm tryna scheme on them yutes with my brother
So if you you see this tinted Jeep
Best duck and dive for some cover, pussy
I love the passion I see in bro's face
Anytime I tell him that someone's chattin' (wha'?)
He gets pissed off as much as me
I tell him, it's that, it's that, he's cattin' (boi-yoi)
I don't know if nigga thinks man's mental health
Must have changed since I started rappin'
Just know ten percent don't do link ups or no fun eye bandana flaggin'
I accept dollars, euros, sterling
Anything that can accumulate profit
I had to cut off certain workers
It weren't worth it, there was too many losses
How you tryna gwarn bad with no bread?
Got dropped and your mum can't afford your coffin
Them man there just pussy and brass
We ain't got nothin' at all in common (boi-yoi)

Mobbin' (wha'?)
My nigga touched him, now he said he's on me too
I can't wrong him (haha)
And if you ever hear man's plottin', don't worry too much
'Cause I just warn rob him (it's cool)
Outside is poppin', don't look through the peep
When you hear the door knockin'
When they ask about him and say, "Is he active?"
I say, "Ooh, nah" (dickheads)
Dem ah guh tink ah rental when I pull up in new car (skrrt)
You can't drive this hot car back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (wha'?)
Stop cryin' like a bitch, badman, I thought you was a shooter

Skeng are you okay?
Are you okay?
Are you okay, brodie?
At the passenger side window with the ting cocked
Bro, reverse slowly (baow)
I see some yutes by the chicken shop, should I lick it off?
Quick, quick, bro show me




Ayy, ayy it's kickin' off, let's see what these niggas on
Skeng, take his Rollie