Lyrics:
my Fendi, got me walking with a limp
I'm not signing no bitch unless she nasty like Lil Kim
I got a lot of weight and I do not go to the gym
melon (uh)
Left that nigga stank, tell me who gon' rob the bank?
Pull up ridin' in a tank, see my opp you know I crank
Hoes see me, yeah, they faint,
to the winner, cause winners don't sore lose
Strap season man down, guess it was my turn
Off night under the lights, face it to lessons learned
Take note of all
Home of the 40z we go the hardest
Nigga I'm harden I'm up by 40 I'm on the score board
It's the fourth quarter
My pack is potent just put in your
make me
Shit look a lil shakey gotta keep it off saftey
Everything i got on my own nan nigga gave me
Gotta do wat i gotta to make it home safely
eBae, my lil bae from the internet
My eyes follow her angles in her pics, I’m mona lisa
I can tell by how she post that lil baby might be single
Fuck
a M16 on my body, I told that lil' nigga to (freeze)
I got a badass bitch in the crib, lil' ho just get on your knees (freeze)
I seen that lil' nigga up
this shit by the dozen
I'm cutthroat man I just robbed my cousin
Alotta foreign bitches but I can't love em
That 40 on me I ain't tussling
I hop out
turn to a wraith
Turn off the lights can't see the snakes
Turn on my mic I turn them to dank
Look at the board I'm upping my rank
Look at my deck playing
to Nate Dogg, I had to regulate
(Ayy, Twaun, turn that beat down)
Haha
Public Service Announcement
Where all my rich niggas at, man?
YRN shit, man
niggas get it in, trapping so we live in sin
This felony won't keep me in I'm hungry gotta rob again
Embarrassing my mom and them, grandma bragging
niggas
Cause I can make y'all my lil fans and I ain't lacking for you niggas
I be going to the hood and I just chill right by the store
Aye crack feins
song is her anthem
I'm in a Hemi, drive by, she glancin'
Glock in my dip, try to rob, I won't glass him
V8 too fast, get an F, they can't pass him
She
time
Got a few niggas
That pray and live by the book
Got a few niggas
That rob
Live like a crook
Ain't no right lesson
Got to learn it all
Cause life
Why they had to turn me up now I ain't turnin down
When I catch lil dog I'ma walk him down
If a nigga play wit Lil Rey we smoke him out the pound
that nigga ain't shit five
They knowin' that nigga had lil' four rob his best friend, slime
Haha, they say he out here on that shit now
I said I had
busy talkin', if he run, then lil' bro tryna hawk him
When he catch him, turn him to a fountain
Tryna run that shit off to the mountain
Get so much, I
out get dropped by the thousands
Check my lil bag
It just turned into a suitcase
Bitches barely on beat like you blue face
I've just been in the pocket
bitch
No issues when you right here by my side
I know you down to ride
You go ride with lil rob yah
You go ride with lil rob yah
Yah
Sit back and we go
focused on these blessing
Hope everybody in my circle really turn to legends
Im really from the city I’ll forever rep my section
Loyalty it ain’t never been
[Verse 1]
I just left the mall gettin' fresh as I can
Can't hardly walk cause I got so many bags in my hand
I'm spinnin' like that eight, winkin'
Lil daddy I'm on fire
17 rider
Mac-mac his supplier
Lil boy my chopper make mo noise than a choir
One of these niggas gone leave here brainless
bubble
You're my brother, I'm not above you
Remember me I'm so there
Don't make us have to go there
Turn and sing it
I stay silent with red even if I'm
killed Chinx Drugz in his own city
They killed Lil Snupe in his own city
Wonder why I don't be in my own city
I don't know if niggas gone clap for
Me
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