Lyrics:
deep like 6 feet in the ground?
I lost my brother to the streets he had his gun on him
I lost my n**** to police they had a warrant on him
They locking
that's on my z them we takin over
Watch yo back though this shit Gets real grimey shit"
Ain't no luv in my city keep them pipes out
Nigga try to rob we
please come outside
Cuz its n****s in the street that swear they run outside
Everybody with me
Swear for every one I'll ride
Shorty on the gram twerkin'
probably rob yo people
Yeah I slime with my bro yea I'm with my people
Bitch I hit up yo block with that desert eagle
And I had to gang bang like lil Wayne
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
be call out, and rob your son and daughter
Lintballz in my pocket and yours is real lumby
Nah, Lay Down, gimme what you got G
Split the pie three ways,
Two o’s in the back, I got the six in front
Add four plus that, whatchu got, what’s what?
That’s a perfect ten, I’ma curse to him
Thinkin’ that
where you go
Its just another block episode
Another story on the street told and
Another turn down the wrong road and
Sit back and watch it unfold
Yo
ladies get silly, shake ya double D titties
All my thugs throw it up if you a G, off in ya silly
Fuck a nigga, tried to rob me
Had to get the busta
You don't wanna play house
Pues ya me voy
N-A-U-G-H-T, Y
[Lil' Rob]
Now when it comes to rockin rolas, I got the connecta
Lil' Rob, all up in tu area,
Dope boy air max they go back in time
You say you want what?
That gone takes some time
Don't pull up on me nigga after nine
If you don't grind you just
live by the code never switch on my guys
You pop you a pill to go rob a guy ,
I scoop up my brother and go hitta house
Look
I do not need me no pills
a waterfall on the sheets (hey)
Paintings on the wall, Mona Lisa (Mona)
Switch my ho by the week
Bring my flame to the street
Fuck her in the throat
Keep
brought some change with us
But if my money wasn't straight, I'd go right back and rob a nigga
I'm tryna get that Maybach and goin' back to maul
Flashy, Fly Lil n
Know Some Bitches In The Street
Like Wow Lil n shes Like
Damn Daddy! You Do It Like That?
I'm Like Damn Right, I Do It Like That
(Im Back
a couple pairs of Nikes plus a couple shares in Nike
And I'll take the $50k over lunch if Hov invite me
Hol' up man bring that back
New Rob Markman
Write
Tried rob me ha gave that lil boy a man down
Aye
Bitch
So why you askin fo ah hand out
Knowin damn well shit ain't free round the trap House
Hunnit for
live fake, make money
Then they lose it
My back against the wall thats
Why I feel Lil Boosie
I’m in the beach house with your main bitch
Choosin’ and I
time to rob nigga.
I hit the streets, but no victim had been chosen
Damn I was nervous, but my fear wouldn't stop my strollin.
Then all of a sudden, out
Keep it moving lil mama keep it moving on
Fuckin niggas wanna compet, they wanna be king pins
They want it for cheap they had me back on see in (not me
like that
Give me unconditional love, and I give it right back
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick
a four
I shoot at the stars, strike a pose (grrah)
I walked in this bitch with a coat
Yeah, yeah, I want the fetti
Die by Lil Keed, yeah, I'm thug
this second album, aight? (Talk about it)
So I'ma break it down, explain it to you like this
Check it out
Back in the days I used to say (oh, yeah),
this second album, aight? (Talk about it)
So I'ma break it down, explain it to you like this
Check it out
Back in the days I used to say (oh, yeah),
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