Lyrics:
Shooter, shooter, shooter, shooter
I kill for my bruda
I steal for my bruda
Get money with my bruda
Rob a bank with my bruda
My bruda, my shooter
with me
[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill
ain't ask for no help (nope)
He'll kill for Terrell (woo), I'll kill for lil' Jeff (baow, baow, baow)
So now we got right (right), these niggas went
the corona from SD to Arizona
Que onda, chichonas, nalgonas, cabronas
Where you at, Lil' Rob be the fucking bomba
Smoking up the mota, watching out for chotas
you believe that, then I'll kill you
You know why?
'Cause I'm a criminal
Criminal
You goddamn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal
My
you believe that, then I'll kill you
You know why?
'Cause I'm a criminal
Criminal
You goddamn right
I'm a criminal
Yeah, I'm a criminal
My
, he's pretty bad on the mic you know?
Lil' Rob...
Lil' Rob...
It's the Wicked wicked
Puto's slip and trip
I'll rip them open from the heart to the brain
(You're so lazy)
Oh
Them crackers tried to take me out, try again, try again
Ayy
Them crackers tried to take me out, try again lil' nigga
I
low
I do a verse, you know my prices ain't, low
Lil' momma know I like my kisses down low
I'm Lil Bibby, Mr. Everything-For-The-Low
Mr.
nigga what
Don't try to talk to me
Don't try to text me
Don't try to call me
You gave me a black heart
Don't try to kill me
Don't try to rob me
Nigga I'm
cheese
Even if niggas united a team
At least one of them would be guided by greed
Back to the story, brothers sent niggas to the house to rob V and Anton
gotta bust
Got the forty on my waist right by my gut
Say she like a nigga jewelry but don't touch
I wanna rob myself bitch I know wassup
I'm
who disrepect me then want help from me
You must be stupid, you're acting like a dummy with the
[Chorus]
L-I-L R-O-B
B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D
I'm the L-I-L
So you know I can't be that ranker
You want to know who the fuck I am? I'm the Mexican Gangster
Orale pues, it's me
The L-I-L R-O-B
Orale pues, it's
like lil kids
Paid my dues, paid my debt, silence is kept just like respect
What you expect from this vato?
I'm bangin quatros
Ese Lil Rob's back in
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My
Me and my mandem are making paper we don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are
and Mr. Shadow A-K-A The Mayhem Click
And we're talkin' about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out entitle the Crazy Life
Can you tell
tha sense to be a Big Tymer
You lil boyz swear to God it's a game
You lil boyz gotta kill somethin' and get you a name
You lil boyz always be makin'
straight as it get
On facebook they g as can be
On the streets you a shakey lil bitch
But I ain’t gonna play wit them words
Cause I’ll really spray up some
come in to offer he don't even wanna rob ya
You done fucked up and started shit wit some real shit starter
You don fought with a chopper holla what it
Ima kill rob what he said in his song
Is ur weight alright? Something is wrong
Rob tryna diss me, shitten me
Ima do u dirtier then fucking Tiffany
out the cubby
Go head and shoot
Bitch stick ya head out roof
Baby show me what you do
Shoot at his crew
Put that lil boy on the news
Rob a nigga for his
and do a push up
You smokin' all my purple kush up
Don't make me push and rook up
Get you touched up, I lift my wrist up, yup, yup
Now niggas know Lil
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