[Lyric] We Be Steady Mobbin (Bravioso)

[INTRO]
(Short Auditory Visual)
E
They call 'em Doc Wes
"LA"
They call me chuck larry mother fucker
"YEAH"
Smoke!

[Verse 1]
I Got the planet in my hand
Pistols banging, you would think I'm playing with a band
Told G to bring them guns that split your body in half
Then my niggas came through and made the building collapse
Money over bitches, Because that cash quick fast
You niggas is all shit, The pussy’s meeting ass
Air your ass out, Have you bleeding like pads
Bullets in the air , Let me see you bitches rain dance
Kick it wit a couple fans, Mixing purp wit amber hash
Skinny jeans, back pack, Letterman, snapback
Dark shades like’em black, Fresh illuminate the scratch
Don’t compare me to your man, Baby that’s a mismatch
Sun is what my wrist catch, Better call dispatch
My soldiers carry big gat's, Fullmoon illa bust back
All you rappers lunch snacks, Jump up off my nutt sack
Tickle Nina till she empty, Yeah that bitch love that
Haha
Futuristic fly shit
Two seat plane smoking bongs in the cockpit
Crazy ass shit, Ima crazy ass nigga
I'll shoot that Thirty-Eight till them bullets meet your zipper
Snapshots, Body frame, Smile for the picture
Hope you photogenic bitch my shots will never miss you
My liver full of liquor, Now Im headed to my show
I can hear’em screaming bravo at the top of they throats
Back stage getting blowed, With my niggas and some hoes
Teaching white girls how to roll, All we smoke is Cali dro
Bongs and papers what you know, Bank rolls got my skinnies low
Look into the sky and blow a kiss to my angel
Orange and black fitted got me looking like a bengal
Yeah I know she spot the swag, She catching every angle
All you bitches same, old, Let her know I'm single
Took her the moon and ate that pussy like a mango
Flew to Carolina, Kicking it with Hollywood
Posted with some bad bitch, Smoking bongs, Lighting good
Bad guy, The nigga that your parents say is no good
Never tried
Well you should
Never come to my hood
Why
[Hook/Bridge]
All my niggas ready
Put on my city while my bitch count fetti
Yeah
Let me talk my shit
Get a parachute jump off my dick
Oh
We fly to the money
I pop that pussy till that bitch start cuming
Yeah
We be steady mobbin'
Smoking sour dank bitch rolling is my hobby

[Verse 2]
Drink! Drink!
Till I wake up with a hang over
All green snap back
Greenbay pullover
Yeah
My flow diesel like a bulldozer
Ever since I met your girl, She act like she don’t know you
Got her naked wrapped up in my sheets like toga
Waking up to pistols screaming I don’t need folders
Fucking with them dogs that’ll bite like a rover
Flow much colder, I am so solar
Universal flow, Spot weak rappers with my sonar
Bravo punch bars serve a round to you young boys
Beware of that new voice, Make sure that weed moist
Niggas smoking Reggie Miller, Grand papi my first choice
Got my daily iron, Carry nines like im up to par
Fucking college bitches got them screaming like El DebBarge
King papers with the trees saved in the jar
Nigga whats your death wish, I'mma shooting star
All black skinnies with the gun to Match, Nigga I shoot first never bustin back
Hitting 90 foot to petal with the top pilt back
My girl keep it in her purse, incase I reach into the bag
BRAVO!
[Hook/Bridge]
All my niggas ready
Put on my city while my bitch count fetti
Yeah
Let me talk my shit
Get a parachute jump off my dick
Ohh
We fly to the money
I pop that pussy till that bitch start cumming
Yeah
We be steady mobbin'
Smoking sour dank bitch rolling is my hobby