Lyrics:
the profit, I fuck up the profit
Heaven's Entertainment runnin' laps round these niggas
Rob em for the chain, Buy it back lil nigga
4 5 don't jam, Better back
Call up the rest of the crew
I'll see you there
[Big Azz Ko]
Yo, I got the call from Sean he out in Milan
Went to get the package, got there it was
'm 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
'm 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
struggle, God will use you
Amen sister, what you're saying is so true
Rob are you there?
Yes, I'm just listening to the both of you
It's so easy
I'ma rob still do shit
one piece I'm a pirate bitch I'm looting
Got heat feel like Miami how we shoot shit
I just got off work I told lil bro I need
Ya want to holla got to follow nigga here we go
Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
'til my whole
world?" (woo)
And they told me, "No Rob (no Robert), no way, no how, not today" (You got it, boy)
And I used to say (alright), "Can I rock your boots
world?" (woo)
And they told me, "No Rob (no Robert), no way, no how, not today" (You got it, boy)
And I used to say (alright), "Can I rock your boots
don't care, I paint the town red (walk on by)
Mm, she the devil
She a bad lil' bitch, she a rebel (walk on by)
She put her foot to the pedal
It'll take
the bank, I got
It all, I'm still the same, nigga
I fuck up the bank, I fuck up
The bank, I fuck up the bank, nigga
Got a lil' chain, got a lil'
Chain, got
a while, I ain't just drop in
Y'all can kiss my ass, get to lip lockin'
Sick and fuckin' tired
Always feeling outta place
Got a nigga on fire Imma hit it in
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine
Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss
It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off
Got
'Cause it's problems, my lil' brother snuck the pole in
S.O.B., bitch
Even when I'm to the neck, 30 deep bitch
It's a lot of shit I won't, I won't
my mama proud of her boy
So she can enjoy
I'm on a mission
I got my angels
I got my bible
Lil boy turn to big boy
I'm getting big boy
Big boy wants
profits
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me
Its fucked up you gotta live yo life by
Woke up to a bad bitch, raised up by sum old thugs
Young niggas love to rob plugs
Fuckin hoes while I'm sellin drugs
I'm clutchin a tooly
My bitches
Gucci with fake ass leather
I mix pills with the drank make it taste a lil better
Mark his ass like some paint when we spin he get wet up
In the stu ima
You say you got cash, I got this FN nigga imma rob ya
She gave me that good brain, I got clear vision
She a eye doctor, boy I do not play
C’mon try me,
the trenches
I hit your bitch like a wide receiver
Smoke out the bag, got a lot of reefer
Jumanji Saint Laurent, it's made by a cheetah
I got her real cheap
I need it, i'ma get it
That's for real jit (Bitch)
Big shit (Big)
I'm on some big shit (yuh yuh)
Make a milli, rob your crib
Makin' money quick (Cash
Getting money for a show, don't got to rob now
(don't got to rob now)
If I could say something to my niggas, put the Glock down
(Put the Glock down, put
to speak it
It's really something about me that
Make hot emcees go anemic
2 chains, I got 2 bitches
Watch me put it all together
Just like 2 Swishers
Got
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