Lyrics:
shit I know where you going if you try it
Cant leave no prints grab the handle by a shirt
In my room tripping getting man handled by a perc
The plug
prolly got these rappers passin fray
Look, New York you gotta feel me I
Was at the Rock The Mic tour
Barely old enough to hear it
Man and standin' next
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints a day
Laying by my chopper, chopper laying by my safe
No matter what they say I smoke hundred joints
vision, tiger soul, anonymous alacrity
And pulse
Held together by a beached bucket of bolts
I’m here to bleach masker lust
And touch false allegations
Where
bitch but I got bored
Study tryna claim me as your man lil bitch I not yours
Niggas mad we getting money better go an make some
Saying they gone rob who
hood
Rob who swear to God I wish a bitch would
Lil brudda on the phone he say it's all good
Bug say he prayed fore he sent the box back
But UPS still hit
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
If you a bad boy
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract
If you a bad boy
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract
scared to shoot
Three 6 Mafia for 12 years we've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
I'm from the bay, I thrown them
pop out by myself, now I be too shiny, these niggas a rob me
You gotta wake up, this shit is real, niggas be outside getting killed
I just be focused
and had the mask I was in that ass
That circle show no mercy when it come around and give it back
Go rob him for that cash I was down up on my last
Like
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
him a snub
Lowkey, G to G
He could run wit ya
Lil nigga getting cold
& he don't give a fuck
Where ya from
Who ya wit
& What ya talking bout
15
what the fuck is y'all on
Juicy got the streets talking 'cause a nigga still on
Still riding clean, still getting high, still blown
What the fuck is
Honestly you fuck
With my state of mind
I don’t wanna waste away
Cause lately I’ve been
Barely getting by
Close the next chapter
Afraid of what comes after
That bankroll getting real bigger
Shit been moving so fast
I can barely get a still picture
You know imma keep it real with ya
When my brother took
21, Gucci gang (Lil Pump)
Savage wear a whole lot of Gucci, mane (Montana)
Savage got a whole lot of shooters, mane (brr)
Savage got shooters
Bout green, then the bitch, nigga, died by a slut
I told my youngest to spend, only pay them in blood
Watch my slattys go, hop out that truck
Bitch, know
niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go
the morning
On the bus stop by Geneva Brass trying to get Gladstone
Niggas ain't on the vibe I on
Neighbours think I moved out cause I barely be home
Getting my
Almighty Kings Hoe
If a nigga talking shit we gon rob him
Tone's Steph Curry I'm Klay Thompson
We the splash brothers we gone wet 'em up
Steal his
shit
So they rather rob
Don't wanna be in jail sick
Yo ass need a job
Real shit
Ain't nothing wrong with a 9-5
When you barely getting by
Yo only thought
Discuss these barely getting by by lil rob Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In