Mobsta
No I'm not italian but I'm something like a mobster
Bottom feeding Nigga not a shrimp he be a lobster
Head bob and Weavin off the weed like Rasta
Cooking the heat like spaghetti just at the pasta
Im spitting fire they feel me in the parking lot
Different from tiger from lion from a ocolot
No we can't be talking just tell me
What we gone talk about
I'm better with my hands so i never wanna to talk it out
With gang and knock it
2008 We walk it
Balling like I'm Stockton now
It's Louie where I'm shopping now
Club I got popping now
They asking where I'm hopping out
Play with my name we might just end up at yo momma house
Choppa make him pop and lock
My flow is like a autobot
Eyeing every Nigga spot
So fresh that I will never rot
Bitches they all over Me
I colder them a soda see
I see they can Notice me
I'm balling like it's overseas
No I'm not italian but I'm something like a mobster
Bottom feeding Nigga not a shrimp he be a lobster
Head bob and Weavin off the weed like Rasta
I'm Cooking with heat like spaghetti just at the pasta
I'm from the trenches i got no fucking etiquette
Grew up on that Wayne so I'm the subject and the predicate
Balling on this bitches I just pulled up in Connecticut
They think I'm a plug cause a Nigga been connecting shit
A demon I'm not heaven sent
Never been irrelevant
Know that boy a bitch just by his posture he be tell shit
Know I might just spas up on yo ass I can't even help the shit
Im something Like a kettle I get hotter with my metal bitch
Running up all of my digit
I got a band the witnesses
You know I stand on my business
And yes they judge by my pigment
So I go dumb like I'm ignorant
The one nobody was picking
Same bitches that was tripping got me all in they mentions
And I Promise I don't give a Fuck
I'm had to get my hustle up
Money Ima double up
Im bussing if you running up
Enjoy the ride and buckle
Put me on or shut it up
At me we can knuckle up
My Nigga what the Fuck is up
No I'm not italian but I'm something like a mobster
Bottom feeding Nigga not a shrimp he be a lobster
Head bob and Weavin off the weed like Rasta
I'm Cooking up with heat like spaghetti just at the pasta
Bottom feeding Nigga not a shrimp he be a lobster
Head bob and Weavin off the weed like Rasta
Cooking the heat like spaghetti just at the pasta
Im spitting fire they feel me in the parking lot
Different from tiger from lion from a ocolot
No we can't be talking just tell me
What we gone talk about
I'm better with my hands so i never wanna to talk it out
With gang and knock it
2008 We walk it
Balling like I'm Stockton now
It's Louie where I'm shopping now
Club I got popping now
They asking where I'm hopping out
Play with my name we might just end up at yo momma house
Choppa make him pop and lock
My flow is like a autobot
Eyeing every Nigga spot
So fresh that I will never rot
Bitches they all over Me
I colder them a soda see
I see they can Notice me
I'm balling like it's overseas
No I'm not italian but I'm something like a mobster
Bottom feeding Nigga not a shrimp he be a lobster
Head bob and Weavin off the weed like Rasta
I'm Cooking with heat like spaghetti just at the pasta
I'm from the trenches i got no fucking etiquette
Grew up on that Wayne so I'm the subject and the predicate
Balling on this bitches I just pulled up in Connecticut
They think I'm a plug cause a Nigga been connecting shit
A demon I'm not heaven sent
Never been irrelevant
Know that boy a bitch just by his posture he be tell shit
Know I might just spas up on yo ass I can't even help the shit
Im something Like a kettle I get hotter with my metal bitch
Running up all of my digit
I got a band the witnesses
You know I stand on my business
And yes they judge by my pigment
So I go dumb like I'm ignorant
The one nobody was picking
Same bitches that was tripping got me all in they mentions
And I Promise I don't give a Fuck
I'm had to get my hustle up
Money Ima double up
Im bussing if you running up
Enjoy the ride and buckle
Put me on or shut it up
At me we can knuckle up
My Nigga what the Fuck is up
No I'm not italian but I'm something like a mobster
Bottom feeding Nigga not a shrimp he be a lobster
Head bob and Weavin off the weed like Rasta
I'm Cooking up with heat like spaghetti just at the pasta
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Writer(s): Rashawn Jones
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