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Rob49

Robert Thomas, known professionally as Rob49, is an American rapper from New Orleans, Louisiana. more »

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Ayy, let me f*ck that-
Ayy, ayy, let me f*ck that-, woo
Ayy, damn, gon' let this beat ride, uh, uh
Ayy, let me f*ck that- (yeah)
Ayy, f*ck goin' on (yeah)
Ayy, uh

Ayy, niggas bussin' just like Mr. Biggs
Count the guap, go load the chop' and hit the block and split a wig
High speed on the Knox, this kind of shop, we like to butcher pigs
Can't speak on what we did, f*ck that shit, free Fizz
Count the wax and go and stand on biz
I just got a switch up on my Glock and whip shit like a kid
I just got the news, that niggas gone, he dead, I did a jig
Shh, be quiet, get the drop and smoke him like a cig'
Shh, stop hidin', come outside 'cause we know where you live

Grrah, gang, that SRT music
That shit that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shootin'
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (skrrt, skrrt)
What you slidin' in? Bitch, a SRT (skrrt, skrrt)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Brodie 'nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads crackin' shit (yeah, it's, yeah), got codes to all Jeeps

Yeah (yeah), trappin' and rappin' and makin' it happen (for real)
My niggas don't do no scams (yeah)
Cookin' that pot up in that kitchen (we cookin' up), they call 'em Auntie Pam (yeah)
If my side ho nigga catch her cheating, I don't think his ass gon' care (I don't know)
He know I'm rich, lit, and pushin' P, niggas can't f*ck with us (niggas can't f*ck with us)
I put CC right on my bitch, and she bangin' like a Crip (yeah)
Same thing I'm gon' do to my bitch, I'ma do it to my blick (yeah)
Switch it up, buy her some titties, have her lookin' pretty (pretty up)
Soon as it get wet, I'ma squeeze, let it bust on niggas (yeah)
Bitch, I come straight from the street, used to re-up twice a week, mm (used to re-up twice a week)
Niggas need to get on they feet, how the f*ck you tryna beef? (yeah)
Think I went to school for weed? Touchdown, go green (yeah)
I'm a rap, trap, street nigga from the court, on the court seats, mm

I'm the one that trick off on the ho, that's if she love me
Niggas post up on the block, I come through, clear the whole scene
I got switches, I got autos, I got chops, the whole thing
And if you wanna make yo' money, nigga, cop a whole P
And if you wanna flip yo' profit, nigga, get yo' packs gone
.762 broke his bone, that nigga died outside his home
Say, this that Hellcat music, slide by myself when I'm alone
Me and my white boys off them pills like Charlie Sheen, bitch, we gone

Grrah, gang, that SRT music
That shit that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shootin'
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (skrrt, skrrt)
What you slidin' in? Bitch, a SRT (skrrt, skrrt)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Brodie 'nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads crackin' shit, got codes to all Jeeps

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