Lyrics:
[Lil' Rob]
This is dedicated to the 6-1-9
These are the vatos that been, but now it's my time
To kick the beat's, move suavecito
To all you fine
said fuck you niggas
I rob you niggas
Don't make me kill you niggas
No I don't feel you niggas
Man fuck you niggas
That's on Compton, you looked in
we sit back
Big bags rob a bank and I get that
Straight up, holding up the red flag
23 thats the number and I rep that
And we count all this money
caskets drop
[Verse Four: Lil' Rob]
It's the one lil' cholo, back before I go
Just thought that I let you know that you can never stop my flow
So I
ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up baby
Yeah, they call me Lil' Rob
Yeah, that's me
Kicking back with my homeboy Royal T
And my homeboy Yogi
You know what I
do
Is done in the dark
[Baby]
Got l'il whodie running water
And we 'bout to cook these quarters
The twenty under the seat
For my son and my
no chaser
Watch me erase ya, misplace ya
Put you in the back with the derelicts
Yeah, I pop plenty shit
Chump, I'm making hits
No time for
Macita lookin' for me
The word all over the streets
Well, shit! I love my momma
But all I got ta offer is drama, and many problems
I lay back in
Uncovered by street silver bells, all I see just have broken away
Uncovered by street silver bells, all I see just have broken away
We're in Jodita
the area
Some staring at me suprised I'm still alive
Cuz back in the day I got shot homey
Because we let the bullets fly
But that don't mean I'll lecture you
tellin' me don't run the streets
So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in the mornin', by sunrise I'll be gone
Fire on that shit boy
Whippin' it
Flippin' it
Dippin' it
Spinnin' it
Back on the beat like I never left
Bringing that heat in the middle
for help
They onna sideline
Niggas told me do it yourself
So when I die
Nigga let me die
By myself
Them niggas bitches
they be talking bout the street
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
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
'bout it, nigga)
I been in the street (streets)
(For how long, slime?)
Since I was like 13, nigga
I'm from the five, middle finger, Zone 6
Dirty
all the street hustlers
And keeping 'em posted
That white and that blue car
We call 'em the law
And the dirt that my niggas do
Is done in the dark
to pass so they live a life that lasts get saved by the system or die in these streets is something we had to grasp They say I was different in the past
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
' Rob going insane when he calls me name
I'm hearing voices in my head and every night I do what said
[Demon Voices]
Lil' Rob... tonight is the night
I
Hustle all night nigga can't sleep yeah
Slide threw the hood In the back street ooh
Getting lil pussy that backseat yeah
Getting lil pussy that backseat
For a dolla' bill people will do anything
They'd rob and steal for a dolla' bill, any will
Let's go sit back and let the beat ride a lil' bit
Let
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
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