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von Westside Webb

still mobbin Songtext

(It′s me and Tre Fre$h, niggas better say less)


Come on
Barbecue at granny house, tuh
Niggas know how that go
I'm the same Webbie Webb with my black own goals
I′m the same lil nigga when my funds got low
I kept it real, niggas tried to steal my flow
And I'm still on go, on my way to the bank
150 degrees, how I like my steak
If it ain't about no pape, then I can′t even relate
These niggas talking that risk, but always playing it safe
Taking them safe bets
Bitch can′t touch me, fuck a latex
I'm on my grind, DND to them late texts
Stay blessed
You know this life, I′ma play chess
Real hustler selling gummy bears at recess
Real hustlers, sometimes you gotta go reset
And free my dawgs, fuck a P.O. and a pee test
I don't buy cars, my nigga, we go and lease that
Swap it out every two years and get my cheese back

And I be ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Niggas gettin′ to this paper with no problem
Ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Yeah we gettin' to this, uh
And I be ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Niggas gettin′ to this paper with no problem
Ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Yeah we gettin' to this pape, nigga


Thousand block, Porter Street in the heart of the turf
Homies never bullied me cause they went hard on the nerds
I can never play the role of a bum on Perks
I got hustle in my heart and I'm addicted to syrup
Leave it up to me, my kids come first, that′s no question
Suckers try to slide, flip, switch, bro, left em
If money is the root of all evil, then I′m a demon
Quick road trip, hunnid bands, bitch, I need it
Chang Chang, just that name it hold weight
My unk push more white than Colgate
It get ugly in the hood, but that's where I feel safe
Chillin′ in a place, they'll tear off your face
It was me and Teflon, outside 08
We had every Glock they made, back then was no Drake′s
All I ever wanted was a new chop
Til I bought a 600 Benz with the new stock

And I be ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Niggas gettin' to this paper with no problem
Ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Yeah we gettin′ to this, uh
And I be ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Niggas gettin' to this paper with no problem
Ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Yeah we gettin' to this pape, nigga

And I be ridin, slidin, niggas still mob and shit
Real hustle can′t apply to be rich
Ain′t no lottery pick, this real grind
Feel mine? It took some time to get my shine
Went from bein' in the spot with curtains over the blinds
To German engineering, get massaged when I drive
Look, you know I strive for that greatness
Real life monopoly, nigga, this ain′t no fake shit
Investment properties, nigga, I'm real estate′n
A couple of duplexes, they adjacent
Watch us run this money up like Cash Money Baby
Maybe we should take a lil' trip and let′s get wavy
Put you on game, baby, you could run some plays with me
We booked the whole floor, it was a vacancy
Hit for a lil' ten with my Vegas piece
Then I'm back to the beach, they tip me when I leave

And I be ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Niggas gettin′ to this paper with no problem
Ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Yeah we gettin′ to this, uh
And I be ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Niggas gettin' to this paper with no problem
Ridin, slidin, niggas still mobbin
Yeah we gettin′ to this pape, nigga

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