Lyrics:
left deceased, watch yo' words boy
Bitch best be working hard
You know me, in the streets, they saw me, I was gone off boy (gone off boy)
Stolen car
the streets empty
I keep the streets empty for me
Ayo she was a hustler in her mind
All involved in crime life
Every step she take she gotta look back
the lights and went
Back in my mode can’t stay the night so put
Back on your clothes
See all this ice, got ‘em asking for dough
I went back to all black like
out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop-pop pussy on a hand stand
nigga
You mad cuz my dick in her throat Lil nigga
When I pulled up bitch you said OH No nigga
Bitch you said oh no
I’m out here in the street like a hobo
nice eight ball jean jacket to the last court hearing
I'm ready to change
Add shorty spit in my chicken and rice
I've been fully consumed by hatred,
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
hearing voices in my head and every night I do what says
[Demon Voices]
Lil'' Rob... tonight is the night
I better listen to my master
It's good bye,
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
profits
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me
Its fucked up you gotta live yo life by
ain't got no more shit, you all on my D
And like who a lil' street, don't get put on no T
Where this ass hoe even did at the beat
Fade down in the dirt,
straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some
months pregnant with Ryan
I figured I'd go to the East by
My T for some peace and quiet
I ended up running the
Streets with my cousins, sitting in the back
on my chain, wrote your name in the street
Free the gang, Deebo Billy, and my cousin Lil G
I'll up on one of you bitches like G (Free G)
Track life
fi bring back di shoes
In this last days, gun shot ah blaze
Best friend will kill yuh fi ah box ah food
(Krueshef)
Hos-pital street, LA Grange ah my
zero comma, aw, fuck it, it's plenty
You lil boyz tell y'all baby-momma I'm back in town
You lil boyz smiles done turned into frowns
[Lil' Wayne]
the whole block get burned up
(Chorus)2x
Verse 3
that's me up on the back street in black clothes
See me and Rob burn blocks whoa nigga whoa
We
at? In the middle, yup
Mommy, if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work 'til their ain't
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
don't even remember the last time I had to rob, nah
Shh
I just filled the scatty up
We blow the addy up
Bitch we juggin, I just racked me up
Like lil
do
Is done in the dark
[Baby]
Got l'il whodie running water
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my
the beat rock
We was just breaking into cars (in cars)
Partner took me on my first move
Taught me how to rob (wow to rob)
He had been to the street
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
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