Lyrics:
didn't let em have it
They said lil ni**a what you got on your pocket
I said you better kill me first before you take advantage
1 Jit by my side, 1 jit in
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
I need her always, I can never stop
Give her kisses till the moment that I drop
I'm a slave to lil baby, I'll go anywhere she take me
Bae before
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
on the wall yea he spilled him
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put the code in nigga we taking your
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your
a motherfucker with a deadline
Three months go by
Six months go by
Still no reply, lil' bro
Blind sighted can't see no more
I love you but I don't at the same
But when it comes to your joy the game tends to rob it
So what do you do?
What do you choose?
In between dreams and you taking a chance on losing your
thing, tryna rob me of it
One time for the trill bitches that'll let me touch it
I'm papi though, they get it poppin' with me when I'm out in public
'm daydreaming of hugs and 3 kisses
It's so dark, I still look for the light
Why you start it but know you won't end it?
I can turn these lil words to a image
You
stay low-key and shit
Get up with me, bitch, I'm in traffic
You know I'm in traffic too
With you, lil' stupid boy
What's up? What's happenin'?
You just
shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers so pray for the players
Clip 'em, baby
If he flinch
'm only seventeen (that's my age)
You're excused, I like your honesty
Honestly, you're more mature than the average teen
And though your label family, you
I'm ready to fire on all my opps, let a nigga tempt me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the day I die, I bet lil' Jon goin' down in history
'Cause I've been
my promises made me a covenant
I'm doin it better than, I'm tryna go rob a bank
I'm doin her best friend. I'm doin my worst on your best day
They
Big, slatty, big, slatty
Ayy, my nigga, I'm in the stu right now with a motherfuckin' nic
Y'all put your motherfuckin' nic in the air
Right
Yeah right now he would do anything
Goddamn my choppa sing like JB
I'm 'bout a spin your block boy
I'ma smoke you like a J B
We got you on lock boy
Check
lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it
I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck
You take a Perc' and I take two, I be high
Hey (I be high, hey)
Shake time, lil' nigga, well, by now
I don't even like weight (Well, by now)
I ain't
gang
Or run some shit over
Blrrrd, yeah
Ayy
Kutthroat business, lil' dog, get your throat slit
My nigga went flodgin', he don't think that I
the man in command, so we ain't buddies, lil bitch, I ain't shaking your hand
I got a (What else he got, I got that POW)
I got a (Yeah) stick
I got a stick
down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait
the roof
Rob me a pack with lil toni and zoom
Trap out the block and my glock gotta beam on it
Fuck a OG i dont got me a big homie
She suck me up i say dont
in the dirt
Got dhett shit up for the low, try to rob me, you get murked
Glock stay attached just like, it's a perk
I ain't playin' with dem lil' boys,
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