Songtexte Mobbin' - Richi

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
It's your boy Lito, original ACG
Live and direct from the jailhouse
Free my bros, free me, yeah, loose trappers all the way
Yeah, I'm bando living and I ain't into switching sides
Tell a bitch I'm straight L Tizzy, I just caught up with my nitty
I swear that he owes me dough for the
Time I gave him a dough, is he silly?
Back out my Rambo, blade shit, I just seen askar, gotta move diggy
I'm mobbing, all of my niggas dem shottas
Man I heard the bodies are dropping,
So my niggas get down in the Forest
I'm trapping, I love it, got 12 nittys all clucking
Line 'em up in the alley, I tell my runner "there's more than a dozen"
Shit get bussin' for that money, it's why I fly up country
Tell my baby I gotta go OT and now I got my baby grumpy
I got a couple hoes there wan' fuck me but
I don't even let them hug me, oi, trust me
Got my Rambo knife but I still get
Around with my rusty, shit, I get dumpy
Oi, niggas dem know, you can't put your hands on bro
And think that I ain't involved, main road, come round on smoke
Try claim that he ain't involved, fuckboy's silly, he still got smoked
I'm in the bando with trappy souls,
Like what you need? I'm down on my dough
They know that I'm 'bout that life
And these niggas keep talking Rambos 'till I pull up with a baby 9
Yeah, my clips just holding 5
All I gotta do is flick it off safety, now the burner's live
Fuckboy, you don't wanna risk your
Life, free my G's that are riding time
Yeah, I'm bando living and I ain't into switching sides
Tell a bitch I'm straight L Tizzy, I just caught up with my nitty
I swear that he owes me dough for the
Time I gave him a dough, is he silly?
Back out my Rambo, blade shit, I just seen askar, gotta move diggy
I'm mobbing, all of my niggas dem shottas
Man I heard the bodies are dropping,
So my niggas get down in the Forest
I'm trapping, I love it, got 12 nittys all clucking
Line 'em up in the alley, I tell my runner "there's more than a dozen"
Shit get bussin'
I just bark that stick,
Had to go burn that ringer, then it's back to the Mali Strip
Did it all for my dargy Jibs, one wrong move, get your dargy wigged
Main road, back road, please don't slip
Anywhere green like me I won't miss,
Just mind, just mind that you don't get pitched
Oi, that life, man these niggas really ain't 'bout that life
Cause these niggas keep talking 'bout
Burners but they ain't ever slapped it one time
I'm in the ringer cutting from one time,
I ain't tryna get hit up with one-five
Free up my nigga, got hit up with one-five,
See an opp on the wing, that's crunch time
Yeah, you know that Rich' don't dance
I'm in a bando chilling at Marks, all I do is spin that dark
I got a call from one of my dargs,
Had to fling on my gloves and scarf Cah I couldn't even find my mask
All they saw was [?] glass, they can't say that I ain't got heart
Oi, free up Lito, free up my nigga Fez, free up Case, free up Gino
I heard Max see a opp on free flow,
You know that he stuck to the G code
I just see a opp on the main road, he'll get shot if he plays the hero
Man, you know that the bells are lethal
Yeah, I'm bando living and I ain't into switching sides
Tell a bitch I'm straight L Tizzy, I just caught up with my nitty
I swear that he owes me dough for the
Time I gave him a dough, is he silly?
Back out my Rambo, blade shit, I just seen askar, gotta move diggy
I'm mobbing, all of my niggas dem shottas
Man I heard the bodies are dropping,
So my niggas get down in the Forest
I'm trapping, I love it, got 12 nittys all clucking
Line 'em up in the alley, I tell my runner "there's more than a dozen"
Shit get bussin'