Lyrics:
a Baptist pastor kid
I got a new vision see life through a new lense
I keep on getting crossed by all of my new friends
Ain't taking applications
Cause now
Substance, possession of ammunition by a Felon, possession of a gun with schedule I or II Drugs, possession of marijuana, driving 82 Mph in a 70 mph zone, no
tounge out
She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em
Foreign shorties on the G
Like they came wit’ the fit
These n****s stalling on the P
Lil Timmy
made the news I call his ass new news
Steppin' on necks I hope you boys can handle pressure
What can you handle in the game nigga
Thinkin' you gon' rob
laugh like a joker, and tear you up to shreads
Tha homie all in blue
That be me what it to you
Im str8 up jackin' killin' fools that even new you
Lil' Rob
put her to sleep, I gotta rethink
Bitch I got the juice like a bottle of V8, new whip
Under the hood it's a V8
Pulling up to Rob's crib dawg what we
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
Lil’ nigga where was you at
(Ayy)
Lil’ nigga Where you was at
Remember I was on my ass
drugs
Poppin' Molly, rolling weed up
Who am I, Pusha T I'm from the Vi
R-G add another I, N-IA, and they hate
When they see me ridin' by, skinny tires
Gave my heart to you
But I Never said goodbye
Now Im drowning in your thoughts
Miss Laying by your side
Baby why's it feel so good
Your my drug
she feeling groovy
Lil freak wanna headbop
She bustin that ass yeah she throw it back
I’m making the bedrock
She got some friends i’m doing dance
We
living life
I'm living life
I gotta brand new bitch named Tyra
And she give good head like Nesha
Got another lil bitch in strip clubs all night onna pole
foenem Lil Tecca
Don't know bout us? Boy we giving free metal
You wouldn't act a fool if you knew better
Squeezo he posted by me with berettas
He better be
Cart
Yea, drive away then the car park
Lil shorty, lookin like a art piece
She been wanting shrooms with a few blunts
Fucking in the back of a black
on any station
Listen, all this talk about fit and survival
Shouldn’t turn your lil bro to a rival
I get caught I ain't trying to bribe you
If you rob me
It's your boy Lil B
A'yo Just Blaze come holla at me bro
It's your boy Lil B Red Flame Mixtape
This the intro
If you didn't get Blue Flame go
Get
Switchy on a Glock
Blast
Bout to call the guys we on yo' ass
We in the Mazi doin' the dash
Rep ya' fuckin' fly
It's dirty sticks in the bag
Aye lil' Rob I'm
the trenches
Lil livvy he popping outside I tell em lets go
My niggas come thru and shoot shit
Three o hit it up, leave his ass on his back
You know we gon rob
(Snitch niggas)
Keep a chopper like my name was Harley-Davidson (Boom boom)
See these chains on my neck, go 'head and rob it (Go 'head and rob it)
I put
yeah)
Meet me by the moon (right)
Half past dusk (fuck that)
Back from the dust, Cut Throat
He loves them drugs and guns
Jump in the cut, got about
James, ayy
I had hoop dreams like Steph, ayy
I'm in a drug house with the meth
Feds tryna charge me a with a theft
All my dreams they done went
niggas that want to rob me
Givin' you hobbies
Gettin' slugs at your own body
For my piece, or Sugar Hill, I'm New Orleans like Lolli
I'm fearin' no
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
Cor-Cor-CorMill
You know what I'm sayin', we go by YNW
And I don't think the world really ready for this right now
But we really from another
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