Lyrics:
me who I am
Tryna send a nigga home, grand slam
Guns gon' put you to sleep, stance
I get nervous when I see a white van
Live by the store, die by
on thee with grave vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison the hood
I'ma let y'all know the preacher's son is back! (Waiya!)
Uh,
new lil lil lil lil lil fuckin bitch
Ready know I hit a liq
I ain't hitting those type liqs
But I'm drinking on that liq
Yeah drinking on that liq
Yeah
runnin' this shit
Who? smash who and take what?
Say what and shoot who?
Rob who? ayy fuck you nigga
Nigga talkin' 'bout Bouldercrest El Chapo
We ain't
givin? us his undivided attention
Aiyyo Rob, yo, is that this nigga
(Who?)
Is that this nigga that been 'round here fuckin' with choo?
Want you want me
sassy ho
Used to be a lil' bit ratchet though
Don't judge a book by the cover though
But I always keep me a double o
Stupid lil' niggas, we pulling up,
looking for someone to talk to
Love me, someone who can hold me
Is that you?
I'm looking for somebody I can call boo
Looking for the only one that I
might need a lil water
Dirty Dan
I'm just tryna fuck
These feelings ain't involved
Let me break down them walls
You suck on spit
I bet you lie with those
tounge out
She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em
Foreign shorties on the G
Like they came wit’ the fit
These n****s stalling on the P
Lil Timmy
cuz Allan Houston from the Knicks
Ow you talk a big game
That's that 2k fame
Who you think you playing
What I writes superb
These those superb sayings
But who they apprehending?
I'm on the tenth floor in a ten-story building, gettin' a happy ending
To those crowds pretending I cannot be seen
Each
Oh my gosh, those trumpets are horrible
Uh, uh, ayy
Uh, who the fuck remade my beat? Damn
Mm, who the fuck remade my beat? Damn
This is the hook
Ayy,
rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems
Whip
In the kitchen
to nun
But now I’m flexing on that bitch and
Got more money than her son
I love my enemies and pray
For those who persecute
You tried to kill me pussy
of a mobster
See a n**** pa** by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
weed and rob niggas
And I ain't doing shit for free
I gotta charge niggas
Hope when those haters hating they ain't
Got they broad with em
Yeah, I see
20's, 50's, 100's Rob Who?
You ain't taking shit from me
Really in the street thuggin
Really outchea clutchin
You ain't talking about no money
Nigga you
only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x4)
We can do it too
Funkanella, funkanella
[Killer Mike]
A knot to remove your crew of those
activates part of you that don't mo, move
You back are gettin' closer but you don't have a clue
Who only plays by the tens on the 1 and 2
Hook (x2)
We can do
don't want to waste your time
But I done told you time and time again
Whatever you're going through
You can come and talk to me
And I will say
or die
Who on my side on my side now who go ride
This rob vs rari niggas better pick a side
Im with the gang and we ain't lacking we go slide
You got
those
Driving one hand on the wheel
The other between the lap of a bad bitch
Let me come play with that pussy
A lil foreplay before I come smash it
Baby
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
popped, by the group home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss
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