WWE (feat. RBNZAY4Life & RBN2x)

Follow 0 fans

RBN Cooney

2:47

1 View

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!

A lot of grams, wrap them bitches up and get them out of here
A lot of bands, run them bitches up and get on out of here
Don't got a lot of friends, I don't need you niggas, got my brothers nem
They strapped like Taliban, boy, I advise you not to f*ck with them

If I ain't got no shots on me, then I can't get comfy
Movin' in slow motion, got that drink up in my tummy
All my partners wanna bust it, they ain't tryna do no tussling
And yo drink look kinda thin, it's kinda givin' Robitussin

LOL, you's a goofy, sippin' on that fake drink
Back in that mode, rise from the dead, yeah, here come Big Bank
Not a loser no more, they do what the bank say
And I'm quick to tell a whore, get the f*ck up out my face

Smokin' on this Doja, helpin' me keep my composure
And it's strictly business, nigga, playtime is over
Nigga runnin' up on us, guarantee he meet the blower
Rope chain around my neck look like it's dipped in some water

Jumped off in that trap, now I'm knee-deep in that water
You can hit my cell phone, nigga, come and place a order
I remember when I started, I was only flippin' quarters
Now I go pick up my packages in closed quarters

Niggas barely in the game, I'm ballin' all four quarters
Baby girl got some ass, yeah, that thing sittin' heavy
Gun like a box of pizza, eight slices hot and ready  ready
Got the bread in the box, you can call me Lil Zippy

Flashlight and the beam, got the gun a lil' heavy
Sippin drank while I'm drivin', kinda hard to keep steady
A lot of grams, wrap them bitches up and get them outta here
A lot of bands, run them bitches up and get on outta here

Don't got a lot of friends, I don't need you niggas, got my brothers now
They stripped like Taliban, boy, I advise you not to f*ck with them
Yeah, we in this business, smokin' dope, we gettin' so hot
Keep on talkin' tough, I swear to God, you might just fuckin' die

Ready to Lul Tim a nigga, I'm bound to fuckin' slide
Bout them three letters, hell yeah, I'm gon' fuckin' slide
Told two times, he better hit him in his fuckin' spine
I'm from the Mo, where niggas talk tough on the fuckin' net

Walk past them in public hell nah, they not tryna fuckin' check
I'm a big dog in the Mo, I at these niggas neck
Two times in this bitch for RBN, I'm a fuckin' step
I ain't gon' stop goin' up, gotta get a check

In the trap, liftin' weight like the gym, I'm a fuckin' flex
Beam on the Glock, headshot, aim for the neck
Gang got a chop, ready to rock, gon' rip his vest
A lot of grams, wrap them bitches up and get them outta here

A lot of bands, run them bitches up and get on outta here
Don't got a lot of friends, I don't need you niggas, got my brothers now
They strapped like Taliban, boy, I advise you not to f*ck with them

 Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!