Lyrics:
was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Yea I hit sum licks
Got into shit
Got out jams quick
Niggas know I’m not bitch
Niggas
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
(Authentic)
Your baby girl just a old friend of mine
(Bitch) stop overthinking get out ya mind
(Lil' bitch)
Yuh, she just gave me a piece of her mind
(That
What's up ese
It's your homeboy
Lil' Rob
Representing my city to the fullest
San Diego, Southern California
That's where I'm from, simon
S-A-N
Nigga, certified hustle-a, neva been caughted (Yuh!)
Traffican' and trappin' got me stackin' up these bucks
Nigga, I was grindin' hard when Warren Sapp was
Out The Hospital (Sick)
Reach A Million By December
Off This Family Hustle (Grinding)
Pushing That
Jeezy The Snowman
Thru The Cold Winters
ya nightmare
Still steppin hard in my Nike Airs
They say you rob in all black
Well bitch I got the right pair
Up in UP just the other day
I had
A-K-A The Mayhem Click
And we're talkin' about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life
Can you tell us what kind
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
Bodies droppin' back and forth just like ping-pong
Lil' bro got shot, he out spinnin' with a sling on
Who you famous
Back against the ropes, don't
the lot like a NASCAR (skrrt)
Rollin' dope by the pound, we don't do nothin' basic
Whole hundred stacks I done got out the backyard
Talkin' way outta
(ho)
Tryna lock me up 'til I turn a lil gray out here (gang)
These niggas gay out here (gang)
Pussy Rat Entertainment, taking niggas straight out here
soon
A.K. forty seven got them dialing nine eleven
I pull that trigger, you fuck with my lil' nigga
I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya
ain't have that pack whenever niggas tried to rob the g
I went double back I had to spin all on the rivalries
If they tried to kill me guarantee they
fur coat steala
Go-rilla, nobody go reala
Nuts on your chin
Yo bitch chinchilla
Got her ass out
Bouta make that pussy scream,
Til we pass out
Wakin' up
listen boy you better not settle for nothin
You better keep grindin and hustlin
I told ha ma you already know
You talkin Lil Wop I was born the goat
They
Yeah
And lately I just been on me some boss shit
Lately I been feeling Reimbursed from losses
Try to rob to get on we gone off shit
Why they can't keep
niggas
I pressed the button on them niggas
I run it up on them niggas
All of my niggas gorillas
Surrounded by nothin’ but killers (yeah)
I could react,
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
ain't nobody believe in me 'til I showed 'em what I'm 'bout
'Member I used to pour that lean up 'til I fuckin' blacked out
This for lil' homie in
through driving something fancy (skrrt)
My niggas gorillas my niggas chimpanzees
I got yo bitch coming out of her panties
TBD shit that be the family (tbd
get ya money up
Cut da scowls N pouts like a lil pup
You need to boss up get up on a pimp cut
Swag it out
Slap a hoe catch a grip love
Y'all be crying
(Ouuu, Sav killed it)
Why this lil' nigga keep
Dissin' me on Twitter? (What the fuck?)
Blew this bitch pussy out the frame
I'ma killer (God damn)
got life in jail
Perkys get you by, them youngins knock 'em down
Lil one tell my phone when you got back in town
They see me on the stage now, though
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