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Mobbin

Boiyoi

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 plotting, don't worry too much
Cause I just warn rob him (What's good?)
Outside it's popping, don't look through the peep when you hear the door knocking
When they ask about him and say "Is he active?"
I say "Ouu nahhh" (Dickheads)
Dem a guh tink a rental when I pull up in a new car (Skrrr)
You can't drive this hot car back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (Wha'?)
Stop crying 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 (Bow)
I see some yutes by the chicken shop, should I lick it off?
Quick, quick, bro show me
Ayy ayy it's kicking off, let's see what these niggas on
Skeng, take his Roley (Hee hee)

I get my perfume from cats
Don't care how much they are
You are only only getting one of each
I mob through with some different swag
Just a plain white vest and some all black Wallabees (Plain Jane)
I love going yard but I can't do that nine-hour flight in economy (Whoosh)
They say Ten Percent's lit
Most popping in the city? Hmm probably
Tell man straight if it weren't for jail I wouldn't care about muscle
You wasting your time in Brum tryna fist fight
Rise your machine, no point tryna scuffle
I don't tolerate bullies and niggas that go around tryna cause trouble (Dickheads)
All that selective shit garn end when the door starts knocking

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 plotting, don't worry too much
Cause I just warn rob him (What's good?)
Outside it's popping, don't look through the peep when you hear the door knocking
When they ask about him and say "Is he active?"
I say "Ouu nahhh" (Dickheads)
Dem a guh tink a rental when I pull up in a new car (Skrrr)
You can't drive this hot car back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (Wha'?)
Stop crying like a bitch badman I thought you was a shooter

Yo that little sceeze 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 chatting
He gets pissed off as much as me
I tell him, it's that, it's that, he's catting (Boiyoi)
I don't know if nigga thinks man's mental health must have changed since I started rapping
Just know Ten Percent don't do link ups or no fun eye bandana flagging
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 nothing at all in common (Boiyoi)

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 plotting, don't worry too much
Cause I just warn rob him (What's good?)
Outside it's popping, don't look through the peep when you hear the door knocking
When they ask about him and say "Is he active?"
I say "Ouu nahhh" (Dickheads)
Dem a guh tink a rental when I pull up in a new car (Skrrr)
You can't drive this hot car back with no plates
Broski, it's too far (Wha'?)
Stop crying 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 (Bow)
I see some yutes by the chicken shop, should I lick it off?
Quick, quick, bro show me
Ayy ayy it's kicking off, let's see what these niggas on
Skeng, take his Roley