Lyrics:
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
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
'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
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
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
picking and choosing
Imma young nigga that get to them bannies
I’ll be damned if i let ya ass jam me
25 Shells flying outta the ruga
I was born and turnt
niggaz riding strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggaz
Man
niggaz riding strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then I start thinking, I should rob all these niggaz
Man
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,
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
Came Straight off The boat
Ha
Came from the mud
Bitch I'm clean big soap lot of suds (uh Yea)
Yea my Spiff big Drip
Imma Walkin jacuzzi lil tub (uh)
fam in a mansion Pull up ghost Danny Phantom
Try to rob we hold em for ransom See I got them bags like Santa
She lookin like she wanna fuck
Lil bitch
ball, trap or killing, or you rob
She the line, no I can't cuff like
Pole jam, he get beat with the gun like
We on they block, posted up like wassup like
saw a lil boy and he just kept lookin
Talking no library he started booking
I had me an option with his life I took it
Shit I might go rob me another
to get a lil green you can tell that I came up from nothing
My young niggas pull up and they get to dumping
We got the lo we pull up to yo function
We got
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