Lyrics:
I fuck up them hundreds, boy
Got a nina on me, she'll fuck a boy
You know I come from the gutter
Ain't come up with you, then fuck you
(fuck you)
You
Y-Y-Y Yessir
Better catch me while you can, I'm on my way up
Stackin paper, wanna feature
Better come around and pay up
Yessir
That lil' bitch, she
Keep pushin' we fell, bastards
To get over, we prowl with slippery shell tactics
Chipity frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
Lil' nigglet, what
I slide in
45th skippin' like flipper on the glide-in
Comin' through the spot
Jewels drippin' like Poseidon
Different bitches trippin'
Tryna get up
If you a bad boy
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They fucked up when the rob me
Put another contract
If you a bad boy
If you a bad boy then you die
Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high
They f***ed up when the rob me
Put another contract
x2
Think how many ps I sold
Stackin I can’t just fold
Curve a lil bitch like woah
Bae got the stick oh no
(Runnit x6 woah) x2
Write a check my
a mixup
Crash that lil boy he can't get up
My niggas seen all they targets they blitzin like rocket
Rest of these niggas got sad all the hoes off the market
I gotta rob
Call my dawgs, hit a lick with my squad
Catch you slippin', nigga better give it all
Give it up (Give it up), give it up (Give it up
the cheese, the guop, the bread you know that she got it
Seduce you when watching
Becaful she'll rob you for all of your mula lil nigga
I know she got stalkers,
winnin'
She rollin' and lacin' it, I put my face in it, love how it's feelin'
Stackin' bands to the ceiling
Lil cuban link on my neck,
My wrist iced cus
Unh, yeah
I like the way this feel right here
Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
Yeah
There ain't shit in this world deeper than
genocide
Well, what do you think
I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you
Then get you to spend all the money you're stackin
I iced my shit betcha like my kicks
Do a lil twist
Baby do u like my jig talkin thriller in the night like this (aye)
Know I gotta buy it by the pound
to you.
Say he want beef
send shells
Give him 2.
Dead opp on the block
I ont know what to do
Gotta close shop now I’m
Up in the Stu
When da Plug
them shells
Paper stackin', I go stupid, don't got time to play no game
I will hit you with this heat, lil' bitch, not talkin' bout D-Wade
All my
hoppin' outta shorty whip
I'm by the tel, across exxon by the shell
Sense of urgency on the cell
We gon' pick you up, when ya flight land
We in a tight
the dance and shit
Took ya hoe by chance and shit
Shit was easy not challenging
Heaven sent but im Hell bent
Shotty hit ya like shell shit
Rob a nigga don't
the clip and fill your body up with led
These groupie hoes, they wanna fuck, I rather chase this bread(Lil bitch)
I'm juggin and finessin, they don't
Open my eyes and see city lights
Lil homie gon rob his momma gon cry
I don't wonder why just know I get fly
Hittin the town just to get by
If you're not
Everything shell down when the fellas link up
Quick to buy di bar like we rob a brinks truck
Life sweet
Man it is up and it's stuck
Positive vibes
We only deal
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[Lil' Rob]
Remember every year, before the fair
We'd gather up the homeboys and we were always there
To go down, it was sort of like tradition
[DJ]
FM 113.57 with today's up to date global news
In news today, the infamous rapper Lil' Rob
Presumed to be dead for the past two years
Apparently
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