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Boi-yoi Mobbin' (wha'?) My nigga touched him, now he said he's on me too I can't wrong him (haha) And if you ever hear man's plottin', don't worry too much 'Cause I just wan' rob him (it's cool) Outside is poppin', don't look through the peep When you hear the door knockin' When they ask about him and say, "Is he active?" I say, "Ooh, nah" (dickheads) Dem ah guh tink ah rental when I pull up in new car (skrrt) You can't drive this hot car back with no plates Broski, it's too far (wha'?) Stop cryin' like a bitch, badman, I thought you was a shooter Skeng are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, brodie? At the passenger side window with the ting cocked Bro, reverse slowly (baow) I see some yutes by the chicken shop, should I lick it off? Quick, quick, bro show me Ayy, ayy it's kickin' off, let's see what these niggas on (lagga) Skeng, take his Rollie (hee-hee) I get my perfumes from cats Don't care how much they are You are only only gettin' one of each I mob through with some different swag Just a plain white vest and some all black Wallabees (plain jane) I love goin' yard but I can't do that nine-hour flight in economy (whoosh) They say ten percent's lit Most poppin' in the city? Hmm, probably (hmm) Tell man straight if it weren't for jail I wouldn't care about muscle You wastin' your time in brum tryna fist fight Rise your machine, no point tryna scuffle (woi) I don't tolerate bullies and niggas That go around tryna cause trouble (dickheads) All that selective shit gon' end when the door starts knockin' Mobbin' (wha'?) My nigga touched him, now he said he's on me too I can't wrong him (haha) And if you ever hear man's plottin', don't worry too much 'Cause I just wan' rob him (it's cool) Outside is poppin', don't look through the peep When you hear the door knockin' When they ask about him and say, "Is he active?" I say, "Ooh, nah" (dickheads) Dem ah guh tink ah rental when I pull up in new car (skrrt) You can't drive this hot car back with no plates Broski, it's too far (wha'?) Stop cryin' like a bitch, badman, I thought you was a shooter Yo, that little skeez is not my lover And it's in my jeans, I got my gloves on And I'm tryna scheme on them yutes with my brother So if you you see this tinted Jeep Best duck and dive for some cover, pussy I love the passion I see in bro's face Anytime I tell him that someone's chattin' (wha'?) He gets pissed off as much as me I tell him, it's that, it's that, he's cattin' (boi-yoi) I don't know if nigga thinks man's mental health Must have changed since I started rappin' Just know ten percent don't do link ups or no fun eye bandana flaggin' I accept dollars, euros, sterling Anything that can accumulate profit I had to cut off certain workers It weren't worth it, there was too many losses How you tryna gwarn bad with no bread? Got dropped and your mum can't afford your coffin Them man there just pussy and brass We ain't got nothin' at all in common (boi-yoi) Mobbin' (wha'?) My nigga touched him, now he said he's on me too I can't wrong him (haha) And if you ever hear man's plottin', don't worry too much 'Cause I just warn rob him (it's cool) Outside is poppin', don't look through the peep When you hear the door knockin' When they ask about him and say, "Is he active?" I say, "Ooh, nah" (dickheads) Dem ah guh tink ah rental when I pull up in new car (skrrt) You can't drive this hot car back with no plates Broski, it's too far (wha'?) Stop cryin' like a bitch, badman, I thought you was a shooter Skeng are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay, brodie? At the passenger side window with the ting cocked Bro, reverse slowly (baow) I see some yutes by the chicken shop, should I lick it off? Quick, quick, bro show me Ayy, ayy it's kickin' off, let's see what these niggas on Skeng, take his Rollie