"Rob Who" lyrics
Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama Lyrics
([?] D'nell)
Gang shit
Real street nigga
Yeah
I'm a shooter and a rapper, just like Soulja Slim (Rest in peace)
Free lil' Rello, that's my cuddy like we Costa kin
Pull up shinin', got them hoes like, "There he go again" (There he go)
Heard you caught a case and got right out and then he told again (Rats)
Heard them niggas robbin' who? I'm like, "Come try your luck" (Pussy)
Ain't no switches in the streets, that's 'cause we buy 'em up (Buy 'em up)
Fuck bein' friendly with these rappers, we really fire shit up (Yeah)
Dog was playin' rows until I upped, he died for nothin' (Huh)
Richest nigga 'round my way, I really finish shit
Only nigga made it out and still be in this bitch
Left the club with all my ice, look like a blizzard hit (Woo)
Took an eighth of raw right out the stash and stuffed a glizzy in it (Stuffed a Glock)
Niggas ridin' 580's, that's for baby mamas (Pussy)
Maybach, Wraith, Ghost, and 'Vette, I had two crazy summers
This eight mill' I got ain't shit, I'm 'bout to save a hundred (Yeah)
My nephew caught a case, they dropped the charge soon as we paid the lawyer
Fuck I look like, renting cars that I don't care about? (Facts)
Don't really post, so they don't know 'bout all my whereabouts
Remember me right off the horn, I had the syrup house (Woo)
That petty-ass jewelry around your neck, that shit embarrass us
Put new Forgis on my Rover and my double R
I make music, but be flexin' like I'm sellin' dog (Sellin' dog)
Don't ever listen to them songs, them boys ain't dead at all (That's cap)
How you look yourself up in the mirror after you tell the law? (Tell a cop)
I'm that nigga that was takin' trips with pints of syrup
I'm that nigga that keep countin' mills and ice and jewelry
You in the streets, go buy Turner's, that's the right insurance
Fell a lot of times, but I keep bouncin' back like Mike or Curry (Bitch)
Get back records, homie
Six-nine records
Street nigga records, all that
Gang shit
Real street nigga
Yeah
I'm a shooter and a rapper, just like Soulja Slim (Rest in peace)
Free lil' Rello, that's my cuddy like we Costa kin
Pull up shinin', got them hoes like, "There he go again" (There he go)
Heard you caught a case and got right out and then he told again (Rats)
Heard them niggas robbin' who? I'm like, "Come try your luck" (Pussy)
Ain't no switches in the streets, that's 'cause we buy 'em up (Buy 'em up)
Fuck bein' friendly with these rappers, we really fire shit up (Yeah)
Dog was playin' rows until I upped, he died for nothin' (Huh)
Richest nigga 'round my way, I really finish shit
Only nigga made it out and still be in this bitch
Left the club with all my ice, look like a blizzard hit (Woo)
Took an eighth of raw right out the stash and stuffed a glizzy in it (Stuffed a Glock)
Niggas ridin' 580's, that's for baby mamas (Pussy)
Maybach, Wraith, Ghost, and 'Vette, I had two crazy summers
This eight mill' I got ain't shit, I'm 'bout to save a hundred (Yeah)
My nephew caught a case, they dropped the charge soon as we paid the lawyer
Fuck I look like, renting cars that I don't care about? (Facts)
Don't really post, so they don't know 'bout all my whereabouts
Remember me right off the horn, I had the syrup house (Woo)
That petty-ass jewelry around your neck, that shit embarrass us
Put new Forgis on my Rover and my double R
I make music, but be flexin' like I'm sellin' dog (Sellin' dog)
Don't ever listen to them songs, them boys ain't dead at all (That's cap)
How you look yourself up in the mirror after you tell the law? (Tell a cop)
I'm that nigga that was takin' trips with pints of syrup
I'm that nigga that keep countin' mills and ice and jewelry
You in the streets, go buy Turner's, that's the right insurance
Fell a lot of times, but I keep bouncin' back like Mike or Curry (Bitch)
Get back records, homie
Six-nine records
Street nigga records, all that
