Rob Who

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama] (Good lookin', Dnell) One thing these niggas can never rob from me Is that spotlight Gang shit Nigga, I'ma shine regardless Gangsta Grillz Rob who? Real street nigga Yeah [Verse: Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama] I'm a shooter and a rapper, just like Soulja Slim (Rest in peace, romantic) Free lil' Rello, that's my cuddy like we Costa kin (Free that man) 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 more switches in the streets, that's 'cause wе buy 'em up (Buy 'em up) Fuck bein' friеndly 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) [Outro: Icewear Vezzo & DJ Drama] Gangsta Grillz There's more robbers in the rap game than the streets Get back records, homie Six-nine records They'll take your shit and smile in your face Street nigga records, all that Suckers