Lyrics:
it's back to the future call me rob krantz
They look to me so I had to do it
Not a instagram model but I still influence
Gotta work to get paid so I'm
and trapping is a pit stop or sub genre
Listen to the fans let em all warn ya
About the lessons of Rob Co you know he'll learn ya
Out I might turn you when you
you (stop you, stop you)
Look who got you, too, who shot you
Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)
Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can
Clue
Clue
Clue
Clue...
[Outkast]
Out of the basement
Out of the dungeon
Look at these broads
What have you done to them?
Rippin'it,
Mykill from Averfeild with a murderous look
Leave you shook and nigga Punchenella, punchenella
I urge to Rob, rob-a-Fella, rob-a-fella
*Break {Speaking}*
the gold faucets
Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage
U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates
Know we going to trial by the look
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
and hit the cabbage patch
Feeling like Fat Sacks
Personal lottery lil baby stand back
Like Dre three stacks told em
"Turn me up, don't turn me down"
Look
will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm
shit
Cause it'll be too hard to stop me
Got your main hoe off them roxies
Lil Spanish broad she callin me Papi
Lil Mamacita fucked everybody
She's off
nigga, I can do bad on my own
And I don't need no company lil' mama, stop ringing my cellular phone
When I be down and out, nobody wanna come and kick it
Niggas die when I fire, slide by with the nine by my waist-side
Got a chopper that stop 'em, a pussy nigga want problems
I slide by in a blue Impala
want your face to look all fleshy
Rob man like I got a Shiesty
Ooh yeah I'm so very feisty
Like Yung Rox my beats are spicy
Ooh this sesh is tasting' icy
bitch lil' brody can keep her
She a keeper She got a lil' ego she a diva
I would rob a lil' bro for some sneakers
She thought she was straight she
told that bitch, Stop talking, just listen
I beat the odds everyday I be risking
Seen him in the car and I left him in it
I ain't been turnt like this in
a dummy if you try to rob me
I'm glockin' at anyone's tummy
Don't vex me lil nigga
I can't let you stop me
I slap it and smash it then put my lil man in
She
again,let me get ya
Whole pay check one time when I
Couldn't pay the rent, now look at
Ya baby Benz with the lil' TV and
The crazy rims,big rocks on ya
on a hoe cause you think she's fine
Holding hands at the movies, waiting much to fuck
Played like a sucker, you should know what's up
Getting dogged by
you at the bleachers
Lil bitch tell me not to cheat but she is not a teacher
Man this beat too hard think I'm finna break a speaker
Bitch I cheated
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
you look inside the mirror
Can't even rob banks no more 'cause
Now I'm a public figure (Wow)
Went to a protest and got called a nigga
(What the fuck?)
Lil' hoochie bitch lil' foolish bitch
You look a lil' clueless
My lawyer look Jewish, bitch
Walk in wit' a big ol' rack
Walk in wit' a lil' gold chain
keep a lil' Uzi
And tell niggas, "Suck my dick", a lil' juicy
I get busy, bitch, you can't do me
Do I look like BBD, you hoochie groupie?
Thought I
the Liberty, fake Range Rover
I'm on his (Tail) like, Sonic lil' shorty
Palmin' on a 40, broad day I'm tryin' to dodge a cover story
Look like he stoppin for
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