"ROBITUSSIN" lyrics
Let's go
Back to the work, got the fiends at the door
Go to the mall and we buy out the store
Can't leave the crib if I don't got a pole
Got a whole lotta choppas, a whole lotta dough
When you get to the money, can't go back to broke
I just hopped out the Phantom, she called me the pope
The stick got a body so keep that shit low, woah
I've been sippin' Wock', you sippin'
I've been sippin' Wock', you sippin' Robitussin (808 Demon on this motherfucker)
I've been sippin' Wock', you sippin' Robitussin
Said she like my chain, I do not let her touch it
She like how I smell, I got your BM blushin'
Police hit the trap, we hid the work and flushed it
You soft on the telly, tryna beef online
Bitch, this is real life, you do not get revives
We shoot out with choppas, do not need no knives
I can't fall in love, I need eleven wives
How you break your heart up over one bitch?
Two bustdown Rolex's just on one wrist
We pour seven codeine ounces in the Sunkist
Like my Audi range Olympic 'cause I run shit
I was speedin', got pulled over by the task force
Opps can't catch up to the foreign, in a Radford
Hop out, I be in Givenchy with the Air Force
Y'all so broke, no wonder y'all be actin' mad for, ayy, nigga
I hop out the Benz
I'm big cool with Benji, so why should I need friends?
I hop out the Bentley to fiends, the sale don't end
We was servin' fenty', they thought it was Perc' 10
Nigga, how is you gon' hate?
We aim at your face, hit you with that Drac'
I'm the trap house Hercules 'cause I been liftin' up weight
We gon' have to get a bigger body 'cause the work ain't fittin' in the Wraith
Woah, woah, let's go
Back to the work, got the fiends at the door
Go to the mall and we buy out the store
Can't leave the crib if I don't got a pole
Got a whole lotta choppas, a whole lotta dough
When you get to the money, can't go back to broke
I just hopped out the Phantom, she called me the pope
The stick got a body so keep that shit low, woah
Back to the work, got the fiends at the door
Go to the mall and we buy out the store
Can't leave the crib if I don't got a pole
Got a whole lotta choppas, a whole lotta dough
When you get to the money, can't go back to broke
I just hopped out the Phantom, she called me the pope
The stick got a body so keep that shit low, woah
I've been sippin' Wock', you sippin'
I've been sippin' Wock', you sippin' Robitussin (808 Demon on this motherfucker)
I've been sippin' Wock', you sippin' Robitussin
Said she like my chain, I do not let her touch it
She like how I smell, I got your BM blushin'
Police hit the trap, we hid the work and flushed it
You soft on the telly, tryna beef online
Bitch, this is real life, you do not get revives
We shoot out with choppas, do not need no knives
I can't fall in love, I need eleven wives
How you break your heart up over one bitch?
Two bustdown Rolex's just on one wrist
We pour seven codeine ounces in the Sunkist
Like my Audi range Olympic 'cause I run shit
I was speedin', got pulled over by the task force
Opps can't catch up to the foreign, in a Radford
Hop out, I be in Givenchy with the Air Force
Y'all so broke, no wonder y'all be actin' mad for, ayy, nigga
I hop out the Benz
I'm big cool with Benji, so why should I need friends?
I hop out the Bentley to fiends, the sale don't end
We was servin' fenty', they thought it was Perc' 10
Nigga, how is you gon' hate?
We aim at your face, hit you with that Drac'
I'm the trap house Hercules 'cause I been liftin' up weight
We gon' have to get a bigger body 'cause the work ain't fittin' in the Wraith
Woah, woah, let's go
Back to the work, got the fiends at the door
Go to the mall and we buy out the store
Can't leave the crib if I don't got a pole
Got a whole lotta choppas, a whole lotta dough
When you get to the money, can't go back to broke
I just hopped out the Phantom, she called me the pope
The stick got a body so keep that shit low, woah
