Young Money - We Be Steady Mobbin' lyrics

[Produced by Kane Beatz] [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Man, f** these n***as! I'mma spare everything but these n***as I flip the gun and gun-bu*t these n***as Take the knife off the AK and cut these n***as And f** these b**hes I swear I care about everything but these b**hes I don't care, I "so what?" these b**hes And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these b**hes If it ain't broke, don't break it And if he ain't shook, I'm gonna shake him Hope I don't look weak Cause when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf's teeth, mothaf**a Futuristic hand gun If you act foul, you get two shots and one I'm at your face like Lancôme You n***as softer than Roseanne's son Hey, you cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy f**ing the world and giving the universe my damn tongue Crazy motherf**er? I am one But the crazy thing is, I began one All white bricks, I'm straight like it's jumping back to 36 n***a Big house, long hallways, got 10 bathrooms, I could sh** all day, n***a [Hook: Lil Wayne] And we don't want no problems Ok, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I f** around and leave a n***a's brains on the street Ughh, I pop that p**y I bring her to my bedroom and pop that p**y Uh huh, and we be steady mobbin' Oh Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] What the f** is up? It's Gucci Mane the G Ask Tity Boi, no pity boy, this scar city the city boy So icy, so no Nike boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me "Gucci Mane keep sh**tin on me, why that boy keep buyin j**ellery?" East Atlanta co*kin hammers Bandannas on car antennas No we do not talk to strangers Just cut off these n***as' fingers Gucci's armed and dangerous, c**aine, codeine and angel dust This AK-47 will hitchya everywhere from the ankle up Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can .45 Desert Eagle on me, you'll think I'm a Eagles fan Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again f** that n***a, k** that n***a, bring him back, k** him again (Gucci!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, the money is the motive f** with the money, it get ugly as Coyote Ok, 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 But would you believe that she eat dykes? And she asked me for a pitcher, so I gave her 3 strikes Yeah, I-I'm the man around this motherf**er I'm so hot you probably catch a tan around this motherf**er This rap game, I got my hand around this motherf**er Yeah I said game, but I ain't playing around this motherf**er Yeah, I'm the best to ever do it, b**h And you're the best at never doing sh** If you the sh**, then I am sewer-rich Try me and I'll have your people reading eulogies I swear you can't f** with me But I can f** your girl and make her nut for me Then s*ut for me, then k** for me, then steal for me And of course it'll be your cash Then I'll murder that b**h and send her body back to your a** [Hook] [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Uh, man s** my clip Swallow my bullets, and don't you spit Uhh! 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 fer-o-cious Murder your a**ociates The top is so appropriate This is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on [Hook]