Mobbin’ 2

[Intro]
(Hahahahahaha
Hahahaha)
Yeah, yeah
Fuck you, fuck you, yeah (Hahahaha)
Fuck you, yeah, fuck you—

[Chorus]
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test, ayy
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test (Ayy!)
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set (Ayy!)
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test (Ayy!)
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set (Ayy!)
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test (Ayy!)

[Verse 1]
Hi
My name’s Khary
Yeah, that's my real name
It’s not just my rap name
That’s what you use to look me up
Stop fuckin' asking
K-H-A-R-Y
What are you not grasping?
Ash when I catch 'em, I bend 'em like Beckham
Yeah, that’s my lil' baby, my boo
Class is in session, I’m not one for testin'
Confession: I dropped out of school
Your girlfriend be textin', she wet in her messages
Sorry, man, pardon the pool
It’s hella depressing, I swear, I’m the best of
These niggas you sayin' is cool, I just might turn up the wrench
I put them all on the bench
That’s what you callin' the shit? You got to follow the stench
Smell like a stall in this bitch
I’m never callin' it quits
Frogger the frog off my dick, destroy a star like the Sith
Sprinkle the sauce on the dish
I got it all in a grip
I got it all in a- all in a- all in a— (Grip, grip)
I’m just me, niggas cheap
I don’t rock no Louis V
In these streets, you got reach
You a young Huey P
Nigga, please, I’m no G
Even I can see you weak
Sip my tea, c'est la vie
You cannot combat the steeze, ayy

[Chorus]
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test, ayy
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test (Ayy!)
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set (Ayy!)
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test (Ayy!)
Fuck what you rep
Not a gang or a set (Ayy!)
We just mob through the net
Fuck a job, fuck a test (Ayy!)

[Verse 2]
This shit feel like recess
Y’all niggas like Randall
Captain Yellowcoat
Stay the fuck up off my pantone
I don’t got a boat
But her ocean I can handle
This sound my old shit
I spit it like Rambo
Loading up the ammo [*gasp*] (Yeah, yeah)
An outcast from circles I should have fit into
You show’s just a minstrel, they hyped your potential
Your songs would be better if left instrumentals
Niggas is birds, y’all just pigeons, no planes
Can I have a word with your supervisor?
He a Uber driver, Scuba Steve, I’m a scuba diver
Foot go deep in your booty, partner
Matter of fact, I’ll make two deposits, I’ll admit, I’m a lot to handle
I rock socks with sandals
Game was locked, had to flip the panels
Found the key like alto, soprano, kill a rapper like show Sopranos
I would be lyin' if said I’m tryin', bro
I’m on a whole 'nother fucking level
If that’s who you vibin' with, he will be dyin'
Well, you might as well go and get the shovel
​intern was a mixtape
Tidal Graves was a quick take
Captain was a mistake
THIS IS WEIRD gonna fix fate
So I’mma need me big plate
Big booty and a rib steak
Couple rubies and new estate
I don’t care if just ate!