Lyrics:
the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
should I rob em tho?
Mothafuckas think it's sweet cause I play it cool
Ha... Wait, should I rob em tho?
Got my own but you look real sweet
I'll throw them
jaw)
The chopper can hit all of y'all (straight up)
Your brother, your goldfish and dog (all)
Most of my niggas just rob (wow)
They cut off and hand
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
and that there Figaro
[Chorus]
[Outro: Freeky Zeeky]
Fuck y'all niggaz that's word to my mother B.
If I catch anyone of y'all niggaz runnin by, walkin
money I off you uh
I am a problem uh uh
That's why they don't bother uh uh
They told me to stop it but i am monster
Who on my side on my side now who go
the spot, go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got (4 Hunnid)
Buy a drop, whip it then rock, stash the dope
White in my sock, I hope my ex get hit by
Twice, I'm thinking twice
Damn she on my mind can't really lie
Damn, when I walk out you gon give love
What the fuck you gon try to do lil copycat
live by the code never switch on my guys
You pop you a pill to go rob a guy ,
I scoop up my brother and go hitta house
Look
I do not need me no pills
Georgia with it
Last verse, did you get it? Nah
Never mind, just throw that cash in a duffle
As I'm on my Hollywood shuffle
Eatin' your dollar truffles,
a business so you could go mind it
My bad, I hope it ain bad timing
My bad, if I get yo hood rockin'
Pardon me, I get your body poppin
Tag on his toe, yeah I
Don't take this personal nigga
When I meet Jaden Smith nigga I'm a rob you
Fuck what the cops do
I love what ya moms do
I love what ya pops do
Wills
cooking pasta
Dreads on my head lil nigga i'm a rosta
Who's this witness, mind your fucking business
Nigga right now
When you make them bad decisions
You
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
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
back in the day
Now my pockets got weight
Money on my mind with the plays
Catching them plays, big money shit like a bank
Aye, Aye, I'm tryna get rich by
em with the black 40 toss his ass in the dumpster
Pulled up on Future with the mask off
Ain't even have to flex my muscles cuz I knew he was soft
I was
rise[00:50.67]I am finna give my love to those who spread the purest vibes[00:54.07]When you find good moments, try to hold em tight inside your mind
And I know some niggas who gone rob you out yo fendi pack
The jokes on you so why you flop
And yeah I'm out my body
I just pour that drink it got me
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
your xbox off take your ass to bed
Put your bitch in mine
As she blows my mind
I'm Rob Van Dam, I'm one of a kind
Five star frog splash
I just wanna have
wrapped up in a message
My game get deeper when a nigga be stressin'
Back against the wall, you niggas is rich
I might rob a millionaire 'cause I'm
blocker
Talk awkward, pop off and rock proper
Big stack of rhymes sits inside of my top locker
Vest like a biker, [?]
Walk into a room, unintentional
the lease
Bitch, mind your bees, I need peace of mind
I beat meat, delete, then be leavin' fine, let's go (yeah, ahh)
Get my gun, we 'bout to rob a Wells
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