Cruisin’ & Mobbin’ lyrics

[Pre Verse: Husalah]
b*tch, man turn me up to maximum insanest
T - t - the mekanix
Insanest with no containments doing entertainment
You feel me?
They can't blame it, you feel me?

{Verse 1: Husalah]
Yo, You can ask yo b*tch if the house is dope
She'll tell you it's the dopest she know
Dope fiends, in my kitchen doe, dope fiends, in my kitchen bro
I like to get, lots of guap, finna come in ride in the big black drop
Hella slide, hella f*cking knock, being round the corner, hella knock

Yeah b*tch, tone that sh*t down, b*tch yoking of the ground n*gga
And it's seven three mob doe, four doors, with no poke hoe
They in a real glass house bro, if they got my pope from my window
n*gga big black four fifty four hit the block sideways f*ck a sideshow


[Hook: Husalah]
n*gga, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin', n*gga
We just trunked this throbbin, n*gga
With the Glock four four tho
Cuz little b*tch n*ggas want problems, n*gga
But your girlfriend with me
And the b*tch think she with me
I told her b*tch to slow down
Before the b*tch overdose like Whitney


[Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak]
Cruisin opp trunk vibing I'm just f*ckin' round
15's in the back with your b*tch bound
Found it, stand it alot of show sound
Said shooting heat from the wine like fresh off the mound
I'm down for whatever and sh*t and after that
Never took one without giving a 'bout a hundred back
Lying on a stack of ten, packs I can move a week
Take a pick of the work overnight then I get back Chuck E. Cheese

b*tch please, tryna tell a n*gga turn it down
Now everything turned up, tell me how it sound
You'll catch a round like a clown treading up on something
Grab ya break your neck, uppercut split your chin
You'll catch a round like a clown treading up on something
Grab ya break your neck, uppercut I'll switch your chin
Again again again, by choice you b*tch trying voice it in


[Hook: Husalah]
n*gga, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin', n*gga
We just trunked this throbbin, n*gga
With the Glock four four tho
Cuz little b*tch n*ggas want problems, n*gga
But your girlfriend with me
And the b*tch think she with me
I told her b*tch to slow down
Before the b*tch overdose like Whitney


[Verse 3: Turf Talk]
I get in the garage, pull it out when its ready
Buy another chrome piece whenever I touch money (touch money)
Caught got enaught[?] , nicknamed Fee Scale
I swear if I could I'd sell dope through an email

b*tches always getting caught, always going to jail
Either you take big risks or you stupid as hell
Man I told you about you boy man you n*gga's a rag
You need to cut him off or your just as bad

I said momma check it out I ain't tryna be poor
I serving raw cocaine, I ain't going to Jan Pole
Knock more hoe in my old school then my new school
Now I got more hoes than I'm used to
Now I'm having more money than I'm used to
I don't gotta borrow sh*t like I used to
Yo we came along way from them nose bleeds
Now we cash out for the court seeds


[Hook: Husalah]
n*gga, I'm just cruisin' and mobbin', n*gga
We just trunked this throbbin, n*gga
With the Glock four four tho
Cuz little b*tch n*ggas want problems, n*gga
But your girlfriend with me
And the b*tch think she with me
I told her b*tch to slow down
Before the b*tch overdose like Whitney