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all on tv
Driving up Golf Link road damn near hit a deer
Lil moma head all In my lap I'm just trying to steer
Fly shit louie V to T lil moma hoe gear

can bitch and get killed with your bitch ass
Lil' bro got blood on his shirt with his Crip ass
Go write a diss and get murked, don't do shit ass

girl been actin' funny, but he got some funnier hoes
He been livin' on the streets
It's ain't sellin' at home (he thuggin')
They can call him Lil' Tez

hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

600 thou
Lil bro Blick got 2 years down
For sum bullshit like 2 quarter pounds
Tried to rob my nigga T Money
Shot em in the face
First thing he said

smoked him in my Robins
Rob a nigga dark night, like Gotham
That nigga is trash, and LeBron he floppin'
I already knew that the lil'
Nigga was a bitch

Carol City

Rick Ross

Black Market [Deluxe Version]

2015

Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should

break da law

21 Savage

I Am > I Was

2018

need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you

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

with me

[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill

got nuff hoes
I'm on the chorus got me feeling like I'm Huncho
Lil shawdy wanna show me what that mouth do
Bring your friends so I could see what

lil homie? Your life won't cost me nothin'
Juicy J so presidential, don't make me press that button

My beat low (my beat low)
My bass low (my bass

Bustin' Off Shots

Low Profile Gangsters

Keepin' It Gangsta

2001

[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed

for my bruda
Get money with my bruda
Rob a bank with my bruda
My bruda, my shooter
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
My bruda, my shooter

loyal ta this owiechi
Don't even want that lil Coochie
I'm to busyz in them street
Cause them rubber get pilotin
Then they'll think I'm out here Weak
In I

lil shit for a minute 
When I first hit the club 
They didn't know who I was 
Now I peep all them boys in my mentions
If they throw me some racks imma

the roof
Rob me a pack with lil toni and zoom
Who got the who got the who got the wood
Who gotta who gotta who gotta juug
We tryna we tryna shoot out

Be Real [Chopped & Screwed Album Version]

Lil Scrappy

Be Real [Chopped & Screwed]

2005

say shit if you can't BE REAL about it

Comin' up as a child my city was hell
My moma was the best soldier, dad stayed in out of jail
I came robbin'

this shit by the loads them bows six hundred an O 
I'm tryna get it tomorrow they tryna stall 
I'm tryna slide today Lil bitch see I'm boss 
She wanna uh

You moving to slow, you getting passed
Thinking i’m slipping, im busssin yo ass
You cuffin that lil bit ain’t it... stupid lil nigga i’m slutting her

Light brown nice skin
Lil moma can I be ya friend
Hate gone come around just hold me down
Right by my side

In his pocket only lent
Ok tell him match

a chop in the cut and he dumpin'
I Call up lil Jugg and got percs by the dozen
Lil Ahk Janky that beam on yo muffin

Call Ahk and you know that he janky

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

I love it how she move it when she twerking on that pole
Wit a ass like that you know she putting on a show
Lil moma don't stop, get gone and drop it