Lyrics:
momma said I shouldn't be
So don't come to LA
I don't give a fuck who you niggas paying
Who name you saying, you ain't good around here
'Cause y'all
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
Dangerous niggas, uhh Black Rob shit
Y'all don't know? Uhh Uhh dangerous niggas
Lil Kim and Black Rob yellow man
P Diddy, the moment you all been
you mean?
I went crazy in the trap, what the fuck you mean?
My lil' brother'll rob you now, what the fuck you mean?
Drinkin' lean and poppin' tabs,
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
why I'm still alive
Lil' Rob con trunamos since 95
Ain't no stopping me now
Lil' Rob is on the prowl
Don't ask me how cuz I don't have to explain it
back at me as soon as you can
We gotta show 'em what we are all about homie
Let the Mayhem begin, que no?
[Verse Two: Lil' Rob and Mr. Shadow]
Kickin'
[Lil Jon]
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for
got move they as flaw as it get
I'll rob you put the squad on ya click
Still get it in big stacks by the bundle
Ain't who he say he is boy cap he
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
jealous people
[Lil' Rob]
And basically that's what I think
All this fuckin' fools can talk all the fuckin shit they want about me
Cause I can give
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
all good from Dago to LA
Frank V and Lil' Rob making that major pay
In a Caddy coupe, 64 rag Chevrolet
We drink tequila straight, man fuck that
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
crazy cause all us bent
My goons paranoid please don't flip cause all my goons ain't got good sense
We all dead drunk and all us lit but I love my goons
to death
'Cause we a lil' silly, we is bad fo' yo health
All of us stay wit' it, all of us stay strapped
That's why I keep all my goons on deck
I keep
to everybody, shout to all y'all man, shout to Li'l Man, shout to (Miss Gartley) Dough Boy
Shout to Napo The Original 1500s, (Lupe), Bishop G
L-U-P-E, we still
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
a problem officer, it's all good
I'm just, you know what I'm sayin'
Comin' from droppin' my lil' boy off at my baby mama house, you know
On the way in,
this bale
Put it up for retail
7 good customers
And nun of em tell
I know I'm hot and I know raise hell
Some grudges yea I still hold
Bitch you big bluff
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
Lil, momma know I like my kisses down low
Me, Nicki M, I got too many wins
Pull up with them V twins in my engine
All this ice all around me like
Head Go Head make ya body move
Go Head Go Head make ya body move
[Lil Rob]
I grab my levis and my ironin board
Cuffs all messed up cause the back drags
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