Lyrics:
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Rob one of these cowards, tell them D-boys to drop that
Show up at yo' house, tell them
take his shit and rob him
900 for life
Niggas know how I'm rocking (Take all your shit and dip)
You try to play me, Ima pop it
I don't got a strap, but I
up, bitch, ain't no trick or treat
Gotta watch people there, suck you dry like a leech
Gotta go in for the win, cause you know we play for keeps
All
probably had took her
I kept telling homie just go back to school
Cuz she in these streets they don't play by no rules
Only thing he seeing is the money
triller than Scooter
Yeah, ain't nobody triller, I knew it, ain't nobody triller, we knew it
Pour up in H-Town them niggas don't play 'round like Jas
push you can pull you can do what you want
Mr. Shadow Lil Rob and The Viscious Man Funk
Nothin bunk bout the stuff we blaze in the place
You can't drink
don't really give a shit about what you're saying bitch
What's your name? (Oh he's Hispanic man)
Ese Lil' Rob ready to take them to the street
Cuz I can
Want it back but they don't wanna do it (don't wanna)
What the fuck nigga, I wrote that music (I)
I did that Bump and Grind, I did that 12 Play, I did
to rock shoes by Prada
Fuck Gucci shoes Timbs mo' hotter (hah)
We still grip arms Brook Norm down shit
The street don't want that watered down shit
You can really come outside we ain't trying to rob you
Yeah we really want that check cause we all yappin
Don't you let it get in your head brotha scam
straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some
know we strapped up if a nigga play
Outside of the club got them 12 gauges
On scene I'ma shoot
Think I'm stunting nigga play with me
On Lil Dave
ciden my brother, I'm gonna take the risk
That nigga Rob pussy, he fat as shit
We gbg babies and we finna spin
I'm uppercut Josh in his lil chin
penning a paper route
Shame the house parties, arenas, club ceiling got flames to douse
When Fiya B is dropping heat, but they don't care, they'll play it
the bed
Baby,I'm trying to work why you gotta call 100 times like you craza
Don't play when the time is right we can go up in the air and go play
Wanna
5 duece Hoover
Still $1, 200 for the whole cruiser
Still do a drive by in the Uber
Head band but I'm not a fuckin' hooper
We trap big well mine a lil
tech
Rob the plug for the package nigga
Where the mail at
Lil Cuz Say he trappin nigga
Where them bells at
Got a Glock 19 on me, I don't use shell caps
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
to spank me (mama)
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' (yeah)
yours nigga
I don't give no fuck, nigga
Gang shit
One one one, huh
Grrr, bow, bow bow
Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot
Go rob
slime, we take your work, we take your bitch, you a bitch
My bitch is a snob, my fool is a jerk, and I bet this missile don't miss
Shorty might got
i got the keys yeah you know how it goes
Pull up in 4 by 4 This nigga tryna rob you aint know what i know
Zoo Gvng really dont trust these hoes
Pull
tight and you know that this is true
Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob makin' heads bob and it don't stop
'Cause we're about to keep on flowin' 'til you see our
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
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