Papoose - Mobbing lyrics

There is no God but you... [Intro: Papoose] + (Troy Ave) Real n***as, we back in style! It's Thugga! (Troy Ave) Papoose, Papoose! [Chorus: Papoose] 50 deep in the club, homie, we mobbing (We mobbing!) Stick-up kids with me, k**as with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) f** a guest list, we gon' mob regardless M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! (Yeah!) Even brought my connect with me, we mobbing (Mobbing!) Homies from every set with me, we mobbing (What!) But listen, y'all just b**hes in red bottoms M-O-B-B-I-N-G, we mobbing! (There is no God but you) [Verse 1: Papoose] f** who n***as out here buzzing, I'm 'bout to buzz with 'em Yeah, they say his cousin be bugging, well hit his cuz with him! Mollies make 'em feel like they tough, he got them d** in him Lead shower, bloodbath, he in the tub with 'em! Heard his girl riding and dying, she in love with him They say only God can judge, she getting judged with him (Damn!) Sensitive thugs need hugs, I don't f** with 'em Right after I hug 'em I slug 'em, you could get hugged with 'em On that Bobby Schmurda sh**, homie, I grew up illing Ever since I been in fifth grade, man, I been drug dealing n***as trying to tell me to chill, motherf** chilling If he tell you to chill, then he ain't got no thug in him! Her shoes be red bottom like she got blood in 'em Stomp a mudhole in your a**, put some mud in him You be gettin high with them dudes, smoking bud with 'em But you never eat with them n***as, why you don't grub with 'em? [Chorus] [Verse 2: Troy Ave] Mobbing, "money over b**hes" be the motto Made mines gambling my freedom, what's a lotto Jackpot when you got crack spots? Protect mines Hop out with two nines like jackpots, really n***a! Young willing n***a working toward a milli, n***a If you ain't about that paper, you don't f**in' feel me, n***a! Blew 50K in the summer, word to my mother Before we bought the Benz or that Hummer, we bought that bu*ter! Mellie took the oil then you hit it with that cold I was using microwaves in hotels that ain't have stoves I'm a H-U-S-T-L-E-R, hustler No tolerance for silly hoes and bustas But I still moves, BSB, you can trust us Troy Ave bringing the city its due justice No peace, except on the car, you see the sign? Gold piece flooded in stone, you see me shine? [Chorus]