Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Ese Lil Rob's back in the clean black Cadillac
Hittin' the fronts and the back see I'm still ridin' like that
Ese Lil Rob's back in
Getting high just to balance out the lows
Getting high just to balance out the lows
I'm blowing O's
Eyes closed smoking dro
Mix that Henny with that
I ask of you lil momma keep it low key)
You're my lover, My Lil Secret, My Lil Crush
Anything we do just keep it on the hush
Gone and drop me your
a girl that was on the ball
When the cash flow got low, so did her calls
Used to have a homeboy, always chillin'
My cash went low; he told me I was
[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
a nine on me
Right by the side of me
My niggas ride for me
These bitches lie to me
Are you gone slide or no
Do my lil time or no
Tell me it's real
Tell me
him I'm from the hood and that's how shit go
[Chorus - Plies:]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I'm from the hood and this how shit go
(Yeah!)
Bitch, it's Lil' Dr1p, I be drippin' nineteen
Let it get spinnin', I'm a need a vaccine (Aye!)
Can't have nic, can't mix the caffeine
Or my body
missing
And when a old school soca mix and follow I
Throw my hand in the air like
Deep down I know that’s what been missing
Here’s to calypso
Do a lil
Yea
Case
Lets get it
Lowkey, that’s how I move yea thats how I be
You might get low you ain’t low key like me
You might got keys you ain’t locked in
Jumpin' off the porch on my solo, boy (On my solo, boy)
I do all my dirt by my dolo, boy (On my dolo shit)
In the kitchen makin' dough, on the low low, boy
leave it’s gon take my heart from me
Too much pain so I mix all my rhymes with r&b
And low key I’m movin’ more drugs than a pharmacy
Tay Tay
Died
Open my eyes and see city lights
Lil homie gon rob his momma gon cry
I don't wonder why just know I get fly
Hittin the town just to get by
If you're not
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
and that's how shit go
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I'm from the hood and this how shit go (I'm from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang
you better lay low
Killers move when I say so
My li'l nigga rob and steady killin' rapin' niggas mama's and shit li'l nigga
You better ask you li'l
sell the Johnny
Lil bitch call us daddy so heavily
That’s cuz we be fucking on mommy
I be on the low
Shit we be out the mix
Like really no place you can
Breaking off a piece of me, yeah
Then I send it off to Ben and Reed, yeah
Mix it down and make it clean, yeah
Pussy rappers they can take a seat
and fast like a hot wheel spitting fire like a pyro
Im hot and fresh I was born gifted
I get what I want and I stay low
I Bag that lil chick she gon do what
together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but
together like every several years
To sprinkle, a little bit of Heaven for your ears
Relax sippin' Cliquot in Rio, stupid fuckers
Low-key, know G's, but
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
dinner
Bumping Lil Rob y’know neighborhood music (Y’know)
This that California living bitch get used to it
California living man you know how it be
Just
Tumble out of bed, dizzy in the head
Seemed a little upset, when you came home alone
Mumble a reply, followed by a lie
Then I wonder why, as if I've
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