Mobbin lyrics

[Chorus]
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks[?] when I copped 'em
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks, slid to Bellevue and I copped 'em

[Verse 1]
I say b*tch I'm the dog
Shoutout J.G and E.C
Opposition's talking
We gon put him on the TV
Strictly for the bucks
Bought a bag like I'm GB
f*ck the fake stones I need buss downs and vv's

[Chorus]
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky, we ain't never ever stopping
Yea I need the Gucci kicks,, slid to Bellevue and I copped 'em

[Verse 2]
Sit back, light a wood
Bro, it's summertime
That don't mean I stopped it just means
I'm just on the summer grind
Sit back, grab my phone
Call your b*tch up
Don't be mad at me
It's your b*tch who went and switched up
[Verse 3]
Easy to say that
Your b*tch ain't coming back to you
Now you are an ex
So I gotta pick which strap to use
b*tch I'm on a bag and that's it
I'ma be real
You can heal a papercut
But I promise you can't heal steel
Got it in the wood
Yeah, I'm smoking on the pack
Got a Glock 45 with a big di*k attached
Call me myxy with the bulls
I'ma take another lap
Shoutout ez lotta bands
Brodies never know no lack
Glock 26,23 45 with it
Got a loud mouth fosho he finna die with it
b*tch I'm the man bankroll with me
You finna die b*tch'
*Gunshot*

[Chorus]
253 in the city we be mobbin'
Bb on my belt and it's holding up my robins
Reaching for the sky we ain't never ever stopping
Yeah, I need the Gucci kicks,, slid to Bellevue and I copped em