Lyrics:
three
I'mma splash brother like Klay
Got bitches all over my johnson
All over my johnson
No Andrew Johnson
I'll let Rob and Zay take over
Because they rap
she trying to play dumb like I love her
I got NLE for all of you bitches like I'm choppa
I got lil shawty munching hard on my meat like a socker
But she
what?)
Lil' bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (let's get it)
Lil' foenem be T'd, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (out of here)
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
rather Hustle our way Up
How U gone Rob the Goon
This ain't no time to play
We dont do minimum wage
We rather Hustle our way Up
I move that Work by the Day
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
See, I can kinda recall a lil' ways back
Small, tryin' to ball, always been black
And my hair, I tried it all I even went flat
Had a lumpy curly
dead on the cement
Make your hoe suck my bro she gone swallow his semen
All this pain I went through make me turn to a demon
Try to rob lil Jayy that
the Lyft
Told my lil' bro to let that shit rip
(yeah) i told my lil' bro to empty the clip
(yeah, hahaha) , yeah (yeah)
I told my lil' bro that we gon' get
(Snitch niggas)
Keep a chopper like my name was Harley-Davidson (Boom boom)
See these chains on my neck, go 'head and rob it (Go 'head and rob it)
I put
to take that turn,
I can't even lie it hurt, but you know we live and learn
No, I'm not okay, okay
I'm tryna make sure that my kids and they kids live
still be thuggin lil nigga
I can't not put down the Glock
All of my niggas is on it (On it)
All of my niggas is hungry (hungry)
Fuck is you talkin about
ahead, go ahead make ya body move
Go ahead and make ya body move
[Lil' Rob]
I grab my Levis and my ironin board
Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags
jackin' from tha caddilac sound
tha shadow in tha street
Tha shadow that you see
My homie right beside me lil' R-O-B
Don't fuck wit me
I'll jack you up
on my tool
I'll never turn on my brother
Still got the trap on Augusta
Fred got her jumping in the car
I'm putting money up for a lawyer
I'ma break
Hi this is Steve Austin
Reportin' live from San Diego, California
I'm here wit two controversial rappers from the city
Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow
fortunate and much to my shock
I tried to turn it, back and forth I went vigorously
But The boss was smart, he had changed out the lock
I tried to rob
tounge out
She ain’t amazed by yo’ VV’s she tryna’ rob em
Foreign shorties on the G
Like they came wit’ the fit
These n****s stalling on the P
Lil Timmy
(I'm a beast)
I'm smokin' your man, he weak
SRT, two hundred on the Jeep
Lil' bad bitch with pretty teeth
Amiri jean, hundred bones on my sneaks
till a nigga retire
Now I'm back in the game on my Starbury
And my eyes red just like a lil strawberry
But if you drop the ball ima rob her
Mane jus
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball
Have all of my bitches on one
All them lil white babies runnin' 'round my block ya
See me see me now I'm runnin up by thousands
Catch you with ya dogs you don't act the same with
turn into my fans
My diamonds dance
Your shit fugazzi as fuck, my shawty throwing it up
My baby throwing it back, bitch imma keep it a stack
I would
Go ahead and scream, I won't stop you
I just wanna show you how it goes down in my playground
[Lil Rob - almost whispering]
I lay you down
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