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letra de mobbin - travis thompson

[verse 1: travis thompson]
okay, i’m doing pretty good as far as g*niuses go
upper left to my death, but i’m getting cream on each coast
i mean, i reap what i sow
i’ll probably smoke ‘fore i eat
i’m off to beam in my home, and i’ll probably f-ck ‘fore i sleep
it’s a couple hating from a local la fitness — sleeved up
mad they dreams ain’t working, so they try to hate on me — what?
if i was y’all, i wouldn’t broadcast my business
i got paper, work my job ’cause twitter ain’t where my business is
i had holes in my shirt from ripping sensors, my mama stressing
now, i fly to manhattan office — get blessed with whole collections
it’s a new game
and they’re starting the feeling — my old friends
your budget resemble my loose change
my boot-chain all f-cked up — y’all new prey
i’m next up, b-tch — you late
recap my past six:
tyler bought a beam and a rollie, a brand new mattress
i bought a bunch of drugs, and i really haven’t looked back since
y’all past-tense, i’m staff-picked
don’t blast us, we’re average
your wack-sh-t like cappin’ — i’m good
just watch and take notes, imagine you could
i put stats on my books, i’m like, “that’s what it took?”
i need am walks for ambaum, i’m papped to my hood
and that’s facts ’til the day over, i pray that you stay with us
did sway with a hangover, we used to sell paink!llers
i’m way different
i’m way different
i make pictures, i’m way different

[chorus: travis thompson]
said: ride, grinning wide with my feet up
down the 509, rolling weed up — mobbin’
do a little much, i need to ease up
you could gun it, imma run it, couldn’t keep up — mobbin’
ride, grinning wide with my feet up
down the 509, rolling weed up — mobbin’
do a little much, i need to ease up
you could gun it, imma run it, couldn’t keep up — mobbin’

[verse 2: laza]
running, checking my adidas, they say adios
i’m the sh-t, i guess my party yields a pot of gold
know a couple move away just like they pop a loaf
know a couple moving snake, you see my line is more
can’t make you no promise
i need to tap on my roof as a test because it could go missing in traffic
whether i spin it, to flip it, to make it, make it, make it — back as a prophet
waiting on mama’s and poppy
laughing ’cause i got some options
moves are black, i feel it back
i swerve through lanes, i’m cape-done
need bank like k all caked up
don’t play like j, k made off
can’t save her
no, you can’t save her

[outro: travis thompson]
mobbin’

- travis thompson

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