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We Be Steady Mobbin'

by Fre$h

[Produced by Kane Beatz]

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, f*ck these n*ggas!
I'mma spare everything but these n*ggas
I flip the gun and gun-butt these n*ggas
Take the knife off the AK and cut these n*ggas
Yeah, and f*ck these b*tches
I swear I care about everything but these b*tches
I don't care, I "so what" these b*tches
And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these b*tches
If it ain't broke, don't break it
And if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him
Hope I don't look weak, cause when a wolf cry wolf
You still see that wolf's teeth, mothaf*cka
Futuristic handgun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I'm at your face like Lancôme
You n*ggas softer than Roseanne's son
Hey, you cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy f*ckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue
Crazy motherf*cker, I am one
But the crazy thing is, I began one
All white bricks
I'm straight like it's jumping back to 36, n*gga
Big house, long hallways
Got 10 bathrooms, I could sh*t all day, n*gga

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
And we don't want no problems
Ok, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*ck around and leave a n*gga's brains on the street
Ughh, I pop that pus*y
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pus*y
Uh huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
What the f*ck is up? It's Gucci Mane the G
Ask Tity Boi, no pity boy, this scar city the city boy
So icy, so no Nike boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me
"Gucci Mane keep sh*ttin' on me, why that boy keep buyin' jewelry?"
East Atlanta c*ckin' hammers, bandannas on car antennas
No, we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these n*ggas' fingers
Gucci's armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust
This AK-47 will hit ya everywhere from the ankle up
Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can
4-5 Desert Eagle on me, you'll think I'm a Eagles fan
Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again
f*ck that n*gga, kill that n*gga, bring him back, kill him again (Gucci!)

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, the money is the motive
f*ck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote
Okay, I'm reloaded, better pull it if you tote it
I buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie
Swagger so bright, I don't even need light
I'm with a model broad, she don't even eat rice
But would you believe that she eat dykes?
And she asked me for a picture, so I gave her 3 strikes
Yeah, I-I'm the man around this motherf*cker
I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherf*cker
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherf*cker
Yeah I said game, but I ain't playing around this motherf*cker
Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it, b*tch
And you're the best at never doing sh*t
If you the sh*t, then I am sewerage
T-try me and I'll have your people reading eulogies
I swear you can't f*ck with me
But I can f*ck your girl and make her nut for me
Then sl*t for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
And of course it'll be your cash
Then I'll murder that b*tch and send her body back to your ass

[Hook]
And we don't want no problems
Ok, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*ck around and leave a n*gga's brains on the street
Ughh, now pop that pus*y
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pus*y
Uh huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Uh, man suck my clip
Swallow my bullets, and don't you spit
Uhh! I am the hip-hop socialist
Life is a gamble and I'm all about my poker chips
Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this
'F' is for ferocious, murder your associates
The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong
Keep a hard di*k for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weezy!

[Hook]
And we don't want no problems
Ok, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I f*ck around and leave a n*gga's brains on the street
Ughh, I pop that pus*y
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pus*y
Uh huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby