Lyrics:
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
Sneaking and geekin’ in your face, dare to do drugs
Nigga I could keep you up like a elevator stuck
Lil nigga pop out, collar shirt, Burberry buttons
Yeah,
No
Oh nah ay
Nah ay
Nah ay
Huh ah
Yeah
I know lil shotty be gone by the week
I'm out of distance I'm out of your reach
She said she for me I got
like Frankenstein
I aint wanna drive by I wanna walk em down
Stand over see his eyes make that 40 pound
Just like dominoes play and we gon knock em down
a dead man)
You're officially dead, from now on you are now marked for death
(Marked for death lil nigga!)
I'm a fill you up wit lead, from now on you are
the syrup with some juice, and get them bands caught
Blood on my hands, it ain't no BBs in this damn Glock
Come try and rob some shit, I'll split you and your
eyes, open your eyes
You can't see me
Peek a boo (peek a boo)
I see you
I walk into the darkness, if you see me say what's up
Lil' Rob can you rock
rob by myself
Se opp, hot pot, then, I step
Bet you been miserable since I left
No, no, you can't have my wealth
Louis V, all-white belt
I snatch
a problem officer, it's all good
I'm just, you know what I'm sayin'
Comin' from droppin' my lil' boy off at my baby mama house, you know
On the way in,
a bale and I let the cash fly, I ain't even gotta try this shit too easy
Got a bad ass bitch, pussy water like Fiji, don't use your hand lil bitch quit
she gone by the morning
Make her moan yeah let's make a song yeah this your bitch sorry
I don't need her just know she a dick pleaser
She will slop
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
to rob 'em
(Smile in your face but I'm ready to)
And I fuck with bro Oz and that beef shit was gay
Can't sneak on my bitches and think it's okay
I hop
pourin'
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
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
like roses from the blood you blow your shit to
Cracking like a window, I'm the only one you vent to
It's stressful
Mind boggling, this should be sinful
the smoke as you soak in your lies
Lil' Rob lighting up the sky like Fourth Of July
I can't believe myself, how I could subdue and just deceive myself
what?)
Lil' bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (let's get it)
Lil' foenem be T'd, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (out of here)
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
to see the rear burn
Hollow point hit you so hard your body turned
You have been advised don't fuck with wise guys
Hypnotize Rydaz 4,5 clips surprise
I
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggaz ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
of your big brother, he a bum probably
Ho niggas can't come 'round me, I might have lil' bruh rob him
Ayy, ayy, bitch, I'm CEO, they know we put shit in
It's your boy Lil B
Shouts out to none of you rappers
Your careers is over based
Chasing the Rain
I know that the game got slight change
I stopped
gun so dumb
That it'll fly yo head all the way to London
I'm sick with it, rich like Lil' Weezy
I'm a milli, got a short fuse and I'm throwed like
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