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in the dirt
Got dhett shit up for the low, try to rob me, you get murked
Glock stay attached just like, it's a perk
I ain't playin' with dem lil' boys,

to get a lil green you can tell that I came up from nothing
My young niggas pull up and they get to dumping
We got the lo we pull up to yo function
We got

You take a Perc' and I take two, I be high
Hey (I be high, hey)
Shake time, lil' nigga, well, by now
I don't even like weight (Well, by now)
I ain't

in a Buick
Twisting up dro with a 4 in some root beer
Kicking in doors rob ya folks for they jewelry
Niggas be hoes but me, I'm exclusive
Screwing my

Brown Crowd

Lil Rob

Crazy Life

down
But I was told don't let no one get you down
And never wear a frown
It's Lil' Rob the Chicano and proud one 
Competition none {beat stops}
But wait

mad because I'm winnin' so they resort to IG dissin'
And I ain't that same lil' nigga that had choppers with extensions
Try and play and end up

Dead Presidents

Yo Gotti

Rather You Than Me

2017

lil' wiser, maybe a lil' more violent
Blame it on America
Fuck it

I'm pulling off the lot, I bought it cash
Her future bright, don't give a fuck

I leave the game on snooze, yall got like ten more minutes
Rap's SEC, I'm getting all up in your business
By my third album I'll be a triple crown

out my watches, shit look stupid
Servin' crack and shit
We posted up by signage totin' toolies
We spinnin' back again
Lil bro you can't be scared, you

posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i

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

(Yeeeah) Karen Son the Album
I ain't got a date but I'm working
I got 'em
Ayo
I got 'em
From the point of no return when they thought it was over

I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
I'm tryna' count up a Bankroll
A bankroll where it can't fold
A bankroll where it can't fold
Try to rob me boy I can't go

lyrics dirty
But my record is clean all my records is me
I'm flexing I'm flexing
Know lil nigga I'm flexing
You prolly warn rob me
Know now this ain't no

my ass and get bank
I had to sell to get Benjamin Franks
I had to rob to get up in the ranks
I had to run a train on a lil skank
I had to sock that boy

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

and had the mask I was in that ass
That circle show no mercy when it come around and give it back 
Go rob him for that cash I was down up on my last 
Like

this shit by the loads them bows six hundred an O 
I'm tryna get it tomorrow they tryna stall 
I'm tryna slide today Lil bitch see I'm boss 
She wanna uh

tees like hey Delilah
R.O.B they know the name
If you don't then now you do
Eastside Buffalo bitch that's us
Bitch that's me, I live my truth
Bad lil

weighed on my brain in the way back
Before music was made in the Maybach and Drake's tats
I would harbor a starving for stardom
Convinced that Lil Bow Wow

questions when We slide imma find out
I got love for my niggas who was Loyal thru dry drought
Lil flexico be pressing he gone Make you pick a side now
His

Aye, you don't want none
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them fuck you up
Let my niggas rob you I'll let them tie you up

My niggas will fire you up

Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low

Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like

Bout green, then the bitch, nigga, died by a slut
I told my youngest to spend, only pay them in blood
Watch my slattys go, hop out that truck
Bitch, know