Lyrics:
my ass and get bank
I had to sell to get Benjamin Franks
I had to rob to get up in the ranks
I had to run a train on a lil skank
I had to sock that boy
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
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
strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
strapped from the balls that's what I use to do
Smoking a joint or two Lil' Rob getting a little blaze
Welcome to my concrete maze, remember the days
I
Quarter-million in a baby blue Goyard
Buy it cash then I go in the motor
Drive fast, ain't no pullin' me over
Play with bags, you can tell by the odor
No
(Money!)
(Producer tag: Lil'Rob!)
(Yeah)
Sippin' on Jacc, sippin' on Jacc
Sippin' on Act too
Look at my bitch
Love how she walk 'round wit
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
up on this pistol make him freeze with this new laser
Fuck this lil hoe so damn good I make her stuck just like a taser
Niggas know I ain't getting rob
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
He don't want no smoke, we gon give that boy the blues
He talking like he hard, naw he ain't bulletproof
We running up these racks tryna rob then you
a grudge
Lil' nigga, the fuck is you worried for?
You wasn't there when I buried her
Get on my nerves, nigga, I might bury ya
That a lil' inch by the barrier
you heard the news?
What's that?
Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, called the Sureno blues baby
And this is how it gets down on the brownside of town
go dumb with the click-clack
Maxo shot, back 'em down, it's a mismatch
Heard you gon' rob me, never got your get back
Better get your gun, boy, you
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
(I'm a beast)
I'm smokin' your man, he weak
SRT, two hundred on the Jeep
Lil' bad bitch with pretty teeth
Amiri jean, hundred bones on my sneaks
go to war so everyday is battle life
My lil' nigga told me that green is the new white
Pray to God 'cause I seen what a demon can do twice
In
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,
You are now tuned into Read the room radio
Brought to you in part by the POC everywhere
Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga
grams and rocks
If anything been scoring from me
It was ten a ki
I let my l'il round hustle
As long as they score for me
[Lac]
Look if I pull up
they rob niggas
Can't do that drive-thru today
Coming down Fig turn left on Gage
I had the M5 when the
Headlights were square like the Jakes
Race
and fat?
Because by asking for salt you’re only proving that fact
You can’t hurt me sucka
Cuz every single lil thing hurts me sucka
Tough luck if you tryna
I can't hang around these niggas they ain't got no plans
He crashing out over a bitch that is not yo mans
Niggas out here buying blue checks they
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