Steady Mobbin (Deville’s bass house bootleg) Songtext
von Young Money feat. Gucci Mane

Man, fuck these niggas
I-I′ma spare everything but these niggas
I flip the gun and gun butt these niggas
Take the knife off tha AK and gut these niggas (Kane is in the building)

Yeah, and fuck these bitches
I swear I care about everything b-but these bitches
I-I don't care, I, "so what?" these bitches
And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches

Ha, if it ain′t broke, don't break it
And-and-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 teeth, motherfucker

Fu-fu-futuristic handgun
If you act foul, you get two shots and one
I'm at your face like Lancôme
You niggas softer then Roseanne′s son, hey


Y-y-you cannot reach me on my Samsung
I'm busy fucking the world and giving the universe my damn tongue
Crazy motherfucker, I am one, b-but the crazy thing is I began one
A-all white bricks I′m straight like it's jumpin' back to 36 nigga
Big house, long hallways, got ten bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga

And we don′t want no problems
Okay, you′re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh
Now, pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin′
Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby

What the fuck is up? It′s Gucci Mane the G
Ask Tity Boi, no pity, boy, this scar city, the city boy (What?)
So Icy, so, no Nike boy, just Gucci Louis Prada 'scuse me
"Gucci Mane keep shittin′ on me
Why that boy keep buyin' jewelry?" (Kane is in the building)

East Atlanta cockin' hammers, bandanas on car antennas
No, we do not talk to strangers just cut off these niggas fingers
Gucci′s armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust
This AK 47′ll hit you everywhere from ankle up


Clip the size of Nia Long, clips long as a Pringles can
.45 Desert Eagle on me you'll think I′m an Eagles fan
Tony Braxton sniper rifle make you never breathe again
Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again
Gucci

Yeah, the-the-the money is the motive
Fuck 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, ha
But would you believe it? She eat dykes
And she asked me for a pitcher, so I gave her three strikes

I-I'm the man around this motherfucker
I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherfucker
This rap game, I got my hand around this motherfucker
Yeah, I said game but I ain′t playin′ around this motherfucker

Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it bitch
And you the best at never doin′ shit
If you the shit, then I'm sewer rich
T-try me, and I′ll have your people readin' eulogies

I swear you can′t fuck wit me
But I can fuck yo' girl and make her nut for me
Then slut for me, then kill for me, then steal for me
And of course it'll be yo′ cash
Then I′ll murder that bitch and send her body back to yo' ass

And-and we don′t want no problems
Oka-okay, you're a goon, what′s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I-I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh
Now pop that pussy
I-I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin′ is my hobby

Uh, m-man, suck my clip, swallow my bullets, and don't you spit
Ugh, 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 dick for yo′ girlfriend to wobble on, Weez

And-and we don′t want no problems
Oka-okay, you're a goon, what′s a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I-I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh
Now pop that pussy
I-I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin′ is my hobby

And-and we don't want no problems
Okay, you′re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin?
Yeah, and Kane on the beat
I-I fuck around and leave a nigga brains on the street, ooh
Now pop that pussy
I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy
Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin'
Oh, Kemosabe, big ballin′ is my hobby