[Intro: Vell]

Oh, yeah? Oh

[Chorus: Vell & E-40]

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga (Mm)

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga

Straight M-O-B (M-O-B)

Straight, straight M-O-B (M-O-B, M-O-B, nigga)

M-O-B (M-O-B)

Straight M-O-B (Mobbin', mobbin')

[Verse 1: Vell]

Been mobbin' since a lil' nigga (Lil' nigga)

Been getting money since trill, nigga (Trill, nigga)

So you know I keep it on me (On me)

'Case a nigga playin', pop him out his long sleeve (Bop, bop)

Need weed, I'ma call up Skee (Call up Skee)

I was down for ten months, they was yelling free me (Free Vell)

First day out, I was back on that bullshit (Bullshit)

Masked up, outside, trying to hit a lick (Hit a lick)

Niggas see my Instagram, so they think I'm rich (Rich)

So I'm buyin' every gun and every fuckin' clip (Clip)

Gotta stay on point, never get caught slippin' (No)

Never take my chain, Vell hit him quick, splat (Splat)

[Chorus: Vell & E-40]

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga (Mm)

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga

Straight M-O-B

Straight, straight M-O-B (Mobbin')

M-O-B (Mobbin')

Straight M-O-B (Mobbin', mobbin')

[Verse 2: E-40 & Vell]

I got a 6-7 Cougar and it's the truth (The truth)

It got a V8, I ain't talking 'bout tomato juice (Tomato juice)

Without the trauma play, what good is a 'proof? (A 'proof)

Put your hands over your head, guard your roof (Guard your roof)

Free my niggas in the shoe, not Mother Goose (Mother Goose)

You ain't the boss of me, nigga, fuck a truce (Fuck a truce)

I make a sucker disappear like poof (Like poof)

Ain't no OG's in my ear, that's my excuse (My excuse)

Uh, I'm mobbin', my nigga (My nigga)

I'm on and I'm full of this liquor (And I'm full of this liquor)

I'm mobbin', my nigga (My nigga)

My foreign got dealership stickers

She wanna smoke me out, she on me, she know I'm a boy, brodie

She know I'm swaggish and sauce-ish, she know I carry it bossy

I'm a master at funking, I got my funking degree

Beat your car up with the deuce-deuce-three (Oh, yeah?), bitch

[Chorus: Vell & E-40]

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga (Mm)

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga

Straight M-O-B

Straight, straight M-O-B (Mobbin')

M-O-B (Mobbin')

Straight M-O-B (Mobbin', mobbin')

[Verse 3: Ezale]

I got the coffin up

Thought he wanted me to move something (We can move something)

But he wanted me to do something (We can do something)

Can't tell you 'cause I never been a dry snitch (No, I never been)

Just know it's a plan to get rich (For real, for real)

Mob shit, bitch, I know you know

I used to rock with them niggas, but I don't no more (But I don't no more)

And I thought he was lil', but I heard he tote (But I heard he tote)

So I can't affiliate, you know how that go

What you know about being in the mob, nigga?

It's for life, fuck a full-time job, nigga

Right here you ain't playin' for keeps

If you live by the gun, you can die by the .223's

[Chorus: Vell & E-40]

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga (Mm)

I'm mobbin', my nigga

I'm mobbin', I'm mobbin', my nigga

Straight M-O-B

Straight, straight M-O-B (Mobbin')

M-O-B (Mobbin')

Straight M-O-B (Mobbin', mobbin')