[Intro: Rob49]
Fuck a nigga, man
Why we gettin' it up
You see this shit?
Can't even hide this shit, you heard me?
Yah mean?
Hit me up, look
Tuh
[Verse 1: Rob49]
Ayy, stay safe out here, you heard me?
Yeah, I know a lot of niggas who got a job, then got erased out here
Brother popped his glee, brother popped a pill
He did, huh
I'm only fuckin' with niggas who Big VM or done smacked some shit for the 'ville
I know niggas I love tryna get me killed, the fuck?
Huh, nigga know how it is
Nigga, Big Louch my blood, can't go against him
Go from downtown, way to the fuckin' fisher
I am, hmm
I'm in that bitch right now, you see it, you dig?
Yeah, want me dead? Come do me somеthin'
Brother'll smack a fan for lookin'
I'm only fuckin' with hoes who bad
I'm only fuckin' with gats with brrs
I done madе two hoes kiss each other
I done went and did the same for brother
I know a bitch who run 'round with cutters
All that dick ridin' gon' get y'all pregnant, the fuck?
Hmm, I got a gat, I ain't like Ricky
We shoot first, we ain't like Ricky
Mama came out the hood, she ignorant, the fuck?
Hmm, project nigga ran up some millies
I ain't nothin' like rappers who get 'round rappers then ask them niggas for pictures, the fuck?
Hmm, tryna turn up? Get near me
Hmm, the fuck?
Big folks get the hoes who pregnant
Hmm, the fuck?
Hmm, we done sent shit up to heaven
Hmm, the fuck?
Whenever it's smoke, we press it
Hmm, tsk, the fuck?
[Verse 2: G Youngin & BTY Beedo]
Bitch, don't lose your blessings, the fuck?
Huh, the lemon drop got me wet
Ha, yeah, nigga, and niggas still play the set
Niggas keep talkin' crazy, you don't see these VVs sittin' 'round a nigga neck?
Pull up in the act truck all black, truck long as it got an eight
He keep callin' me bro, but he a ho, man, this nigga, he must be gay
Bad bitch look like SZA, she ain't my sister, but shit, I'ma— yeah
Bad bitch look like SZA, she ain't my sister, so I'm gon' fuck today
49 come straight out the roof, niggas slidin' in the—
Niggas slidin' in the coupe
Punch him in his mouth for gettin' loose
No Raheem, but I got the juice
Cuttin' up like I'm Dr. Seuss
I told BTY, "I need a boost"
Brodie got me a fuckin' two, the fuck? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3: BTY Beedo]
Huh, that pixie cut give grown and sexy
Kick her out, she won't be messy
I ain't Johnny, why you test me? The fuck?
Huh, G Youngin told me that I'm destined
Want that nut, bitch, you gon' catch it
Off a two, I'm bein' extra, the fuck?
Huh, I make bad hoes feel they lesser
GTA, I feel like Lester
Orientation, I'm trainin' steppers
I got this shit out the mud
Pussy pop, she got that mud
Dissin' on my name until he die, that's how he got that buzz, the fuck?
Yeah, 49 told me, "Pop it on 'em"
Fucked her off the Perc', and now she— (Uh, uh)
Yeah, fucked her off the Perc', the pussy mine, I put a locket on it
Uh, thought I popped my shit, I ain't even do it
Lil' bitch, I farted on 'em
Let her go 'cause too much mileage on her
If you like me, let my brother hit
She won't be Tiny, bitch, but I ain't T.I., that's for another tip
[Verse 4: Rob49 & G Herbo]
How you lovin' on me, but takin' a whole 'nother dick?
What the fuck, bitch got me bent
I grew up takin' this shit and risked
Nigga fucked up thinkin' 49 a lick
Lord, shit, I'm in that bity in the bulletproof
So strapped up, I can't even tie my shoe
A nigga come through, he ain't know what to do (Let's get it), the fuck?
[Verse 5: G Herbo]
Ayy, broke bitch, I'm really rich
Made five mill' since "Went Legit," on Cap, I'll spin this shit
The fuck? Fuck is up, we ridin' dirty, buckle up
Any night and day, kill a nigga right away like Ku Klux if we don't knuckle up
My left wrist cost a real bulletproof armored truck, two-hundred plus
Killers on my tour bus, you ain't never caught a body, no, you can't come with us
The fuck? (Pussy), I can tell your ass rookie
Countin' all this cake, if it ain't 100K, you can't book me
Car got suspension (Skrrt), I ain't do detention, I was playin' hookie
Had a bakery by eighteen, we was sellin' all that damn cookie
Yeah, for real (Huh?), you niggas at a standstill
Can't trap, your bands lil', I rap, my mans kill
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, shit keep pilin' up like an ant hill
Crypto, real estate, CEO, dealin' weight, my hands filled
I'm up (I'm up), catchin' up, good luck (Good luck)
Pop G6, get drunk (Uh-huh)
Link up sluts and fuck (Let's fuck)
G Herbo, I'm on that
Swervo right back on that (Uh)
Foreign whips I don't even touch
'Rari, only drove that once
[Interlude: Rob49]
Hmm, the fuck?
[Verse 6: YTB Fatt]
His rap buzz gone, he a cold dude, huh
You gon' die lookin' at this pape', pussy, get your own food, uh
I was fresh as fuck, fuckin' her, kept on the Rick Owens
Turnt, piped up, rich, and litty, young niggas like this don't exist, huh
House by the coast, shows slow
In my backyard, the bricks floatin', huh
Give her rich dick, buy a Birkin bag, give her cash, I can't go for it
The fuck? Platinum plaque artist, bitch, eat me up
Young nigga got a famous ho sprung on me, make her suck me at the awards
The fuck? In the bathroom, just squirtin' out pussy juice
Never been, but I'm doin' it, go to prison, Birkins in her pussy, oh, Lord
I got plaques all 'cross the wall, in the crib, might need another room
Forgot I left K's in the 9th Ward 'round same time Super Bowl
Make her sell her pussy in her clothes
The fuck? Huh
Pimpin' her, put the championship shot on the ho, bitch, bring it home
Uh, uh, uh-uh, the fuck? Bitch, leave me 'lone
He ain't never bought a house, never rented one, let alone rent to own
I got famous hoes goin' through my phone
Six-eighty in the duffle bag
My hoes rich, I can go to sleep with the safe on me, Cuban links layin' around
[Interlude: Rob49]
Hmm, the fuck?
[Verse 7: Lil Yachty]
Bought a million-dollar watch and broke it
Thumb in her ass while I'm strokin' it, she say I'm goated (Damn)
I'm from the ave, half the sticks in this bitch, I brought 'em (The fuck?)
I'll tell you how they call him, but that'd probably cause more problems (The fuck?)
Big crib with columns, poured up in the slow-mo, awesome (Yeah)
Twin known for giving beats, I call him Dallas, Austin (The fuck?)
Lil Boat, I'm known for bein' free, I'm just like Kelly Clarkson (What the fucker?)
Since you been gone, I can breathe (Yeah)
Couple tricks under my sleeve, my dog Ibaka cut chicken's feet
Fucked you once and paid your rent, why the hell you keep botherin' me? (The fuck?)
Fuck that, niggas been actin' like I ain't been him since day one, check the profit (The fuck?)
Just like a shaked soda, crack the top, watch how I pop it (The fuck?)
Yeah, evil voices tellin' me how to move, I shouldn't adopt it (What?)
My hands can't touch no steering wheel if it ain't six figures, stop it (The fuck?)
I was the first nigga rockin' two diamond earrings in one ear (The fuck?)
I was the first nigga to really get off that Chrome, but that's in the rear (The fuck?)
Had the bottles of codeine, not beer
Give me a week, watch that shit disa— poof (The fuck?)
If we never met my mama, then we not friends, we just peers
What the fuck?
[Verse 8: Lil Yachty]
Fuelin' up, put it back in, I beat her back in
Your new grill lookin' like trash can
She's a rude gyal, I'm a bad man
She too geeked, might need a Narcan
What the fuck? The crib look spacious
Hit it, four floors, I was patient
Crack a red seal, it was ancient (The fuck?)
[Verse 9: Rob49]
Float, huh, I'm pullin' up, fit it back in, I beat her back in
Yeah, I popped a Perc' 10 like a peppermint, yeah
Bitch, I'm really up, I ain't gotta act rich
Tell a ho to meet me at the X strip
Not the real X strip, I'm on a G6
Yeah, fuck this ho and celebrated, fourth and goal
I really get shit put up, I ain't gotta post shit
The biggest, I been tryna fuck his baby mama, yeah
I ain't got no options, they be hidin', yeah
Got her gettin' slutty on the yachty, Boat
I'm so done with pills, I need some boxing, for sure
All the richest bitches know I pop it, do
Crossin' me, but that's a bad move, yeah
Everything I do, these niggas tryna do
[Outro: Rob49]
The fuck?
5 zone to No Limit, man, VM
V until I'm free, man, Concrete
Pop it
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