Lyrics:
I'm feeling good, feeling all right tonight
I'm feeling good now, Its all good in the neighborhood homes
Lil Rob
I feel good, I feel all right
Keep rydin behind your tens fuck
Niggas don't know no Denim
They'll rob you for the rhinestones and your pimp cup
They goin off of we say
Niggas is
On that South by Southwest shit
We was lit, big bags of okie on the highway
Played a lil' Hall and Oates
And then some Sade
My cousin Cortez still up in
spare me
Did it?
Wanna fuck 'cause I got posted up
By Drake and Lil Baby
Oh, you the savage Future be
Talkin' 'bout? Yeah, bitch, I'm crazy
Cuffed an AMG
ready to blam somethin'
This thirty not made by Glock, I hope this bitch don't jam
In the hood with all this cheese on me (on one, bitch)
See a fuck
H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't want to step to us, you
[Verse 2: Lil Scrappy]
Yo.. (Aye..)
See, I don't give a fuck if he know, you know
I'll smoke-a blunt in front of tha police like it's legal (C'mon!!)
Stand
before, you niggas wasn't listenin'
I'm with the same niggas, just like a synonym
Geesy bad ass, watch me zoom right by ya'
My nigga ho go 90, he be
Yeah, rob a nigga at the show (D-Diego)
Don't nobody move, it's too much money on the floor (yeah)
I got it in cruise, she tryna suck me in
nice x 10
And what goes better with a lil' ecstasy
Then some hardcore gabber by me, Rob GEE
So for all you people, xxxxxxing out there
was broke, you was not around
I had to focus, had to get it by myself
Aye
I'll go back to work before I seek help
Aye
Lil' baby is a go-er
It's crazy,
grimy, no findin' me, but I be in LG (bitch)
If your lil' fuck boy lame ass wanna creep (ho)
And I live by the lemon 'cause that fucker chose me (ayy)
Signin' autographs
Lil kids run up an hug me
I'm from where they from, I was raised by crackheads an junkies
High school flunky
Too busy out there
lil EZ told me
Bitch clonin little EZ's niggas so fuck you you weren't original
Mono why mono ain't no subliminal Hey
When I regime in fatigues we ready
at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with
you heard the news?
What's that?
Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, called the Sureno blues baby
And this is how it gets down on the brownside of town
like Ralo (Ralo)
TSA and I'm feelin' like Apollo
Bricks comin' in, goin' out by tomorrow, lil' nigga (uh)
Keep a Drac' in the city like I'm Aubrey, ha
touch us
Honestly these lil niggas love us
So ask em
Who got the chronic?
Who got the chronic?
Cause me I'm tryna blow
So if you're tryna roll let
as
And flings that don't last
They call me a sophisticated thug
Like Rass Kass
Hey ma
Looking like a million
Judging by the way you roam
Is you half Italian?
Now
problem
The dude was talking shit when all I wanted was to rob 'em
But don't worry boss I got 'em
[Bugzy Bogart]
Just then PV walked in
Talkin' about how
colors, be cautious
One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for
So one of these muddaskunt lying!
Verse 1:
I-i-I ain't never sell crack in my life, sell ? in my life.
Sell a lil bit of ? maybe once in my life.
get the wire
I stack before I floss all these zips why my jeans flyer
Tryna achieve higher that don't mean bullets can't breeze by ya
Fuckin the fam
lil' ho that I'm on it, bitch, give me my money
Niggas be pussy, no kitty
Ho, welcome to Memphis where niggas be crying like bitches
Keep it a hunnid,
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