Lyrics:
a pole/
Nah nah nah/
I neva let my stick jam/
When I had to go/
Nah nah nah/
Neva told/
Even if i had to go, no!!/
Nah nah nah!/
Neva had my hand out/
played it
Slow jams in the middle of the session made me
Written by: Jordan cllen & Richard Dixon
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
Cliff jam
Call me crazy like the Son of Sam
Niggas askin', "What's his problem?"
I'ma a monster, your dreams I'm haunting
'Til my son, he ain't hungry
lack for survival
Into rappin, it just so happens that I'm a blackman
Rob is chill, got skill and I pack jams
Rhymes I wrote I devote to promote pride
City light, got me buggin and trife
Some die by the gun, some die by the knife
It's alright, like a game of spades I'm trump tight
Premier hit me with
didn't let em have it
They said lil ni**a what you got on your pocket
I said you better kill me first before you take advantage
1 Jit by my side, 1 jit in
on the wall yea he spilled him
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put my bitch on him yea we finna rob his ass
Put the code in nigga we taking your
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up homeboy
Lil' Rob back up in this motherfucker homey
Kicking back with Royal T, Frank V, Yogi, Silencer, and True Breed
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
his hands
Because I move the work before it touch a nigga hands
Flip a whole boe before I try serve a gram
Fine lil freak I'mma bust it till it jam
If
jam coo
I don't use no hands fool
Never went to damn school
Ian never follow rules
Steady out here making moves
Taking dubs don't ever lose
Lil baby got
to 10 there ain't no other
Playin my favorite jams
On 1-0-3 Jams
I got my man Big D, Big Rodney
In case somebody want to rob me
We going to Military
[Lil' Rob]
Hey what's up
That's right (What's happenin', holmes)
That's right
Lil' Rob (What's going on, ese)
Hey you know what, I feel like partying
My boys play no games
Keep mops, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K 'cause we ballin'
Bad bitch
[Chorus: Gucci Mane (Lil Scrappy): x2]
I rob in my black tee
Hit licks in my black tee
All in ya house searching for bricks in my black tee (Crank
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
some nice soft soil
So check the heartthrob, proceed to rob ya 'ho
By the way, we rocked the show
"One for the treble, two for the bass"
"Say one
Followed by a mode,l I ain't even cop a bottle
See me GP and I ain't even hit the throttle
Mansion not listed, why'all got me twisted
Only young boys shop
'round wit' that cheesecake
Said that you better off dead hoe
Sprinkle a lil' cheese on her head
Wit' a hoe
Said I'm better off by myself, hoe
This ain't
need a cape (cape)
Lil' mama's head supreme (straight up)
But I'm still rockin' this Bape (on God)
All I know is two guns, nigga
If you a plate, you
Oh, really? Yeah
Oh, really? Yeah (racks)
I'm scared to break the top (why?)
I'm scared to make a mess because I'm watched by the cops (fuck
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
I Got That Drake On Me Now
You Know That Bitch Stay With Me
When It Go Down, Bet It Don’t Jam
Aint Shit To Me To Catch A Felony
Shit He Rap’n,
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