Mobbin’ in My Old School Lil' Bruce

[Verse 1]
Two times two equals four doors
On an old school Chevy ridin' on Vogues
Windows up, tack getting stuck
Ice cold Rossi in my Quik Stop cup
Little Bruce is extra manish
I'll punch it sideways and grandmama can't stand it
Smokes 'em up at the Springs Road stop sign
And then I spin 'em by the church about two more times
Hoes hella scared, me and Mac Shawn laughing
That's when the '6-7 Cougar starts blasting
It was burnt orange with the black canvas top
I goes for my Glock, I didn't have to pop
'Cause it was K-1 getting dumb with the Israel-
Made chopper with the cooler for the real deal
Funk Mobb funk put together by a gangster
Frank Nitti done possessed this youngster
It's all good, I'll pass the dank
Then I slap my kit in low to make my new Vogues stank

[Chorus]
Mobbin' in my old school
Smashin' like a straight fool
Ain't trippin' on no police
'Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds
Mobbin' in my old school
Smashin' like a straight fool
Ain't trippin' on no police
'Cause you know I'm down for the high speeds