Top Songs By Rob $tone
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob $tone
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaylen Anthony Robinson
Composer
Radric Delantic Davis
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ha, uh, uh, Rob $tone, oh, Gucc'
[Verse 2]
Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt
Pop them xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt, then I just
Spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt
Drops some bands all on this skirt then threw my grams right up her skirt
Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt
Drop them xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt, then I just
Spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt
Drops some bands all on this skirt then threw my grams right up her skirt
[Verse 3]
Now watch me break a bag on 'em, flip this cash on 'em
I just swag on 'em, bitches hate me 'cause I always bag on 'em
I done made so many racks, had to finesse the tax on it
My new garments cost a leg, and you best she bet on me (Woo)
Turn my swag on, you **** mad phony, watch the gas for me
When I hop up then I hop a bag on me, when you
Pop off, we gon' pop shots, and won't break a sweat on it
I'll be feelin' like the man when I got fifty bears on me (Rags)
Bring your friends over, girl, come get this player potion, young rap
Song gon' bust it down and you gon' do your dance for me (Bust it down)
Don't be scared, show me how my hot-shot rare on me, I'ma
Pop a player on it, I'ma pop these bears up on it
[Verse 4]
Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt
Drop them xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt, then I just
Spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt
Drops some bands all on this skirt then threw my grams right up her skirt
[Verse 5]
Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt
Drop them xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt, then I just
Spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt
Drops some bands all on this skirt then threw my grams right up her skirt
[Verse 6]
Gucci Mane and Rob $tone, so get your mob on
Got on all these diamond chains but still don't get your head blown
Call me quickdraw McGraw, I'll shoot ya through your headphones
I'm from Zone 6, east Atlanta but call it the bread zone
When a rich **** DM your BM, she on tour with no per diem
Goo-off, smash 'em, thick or slim, came with them but left with him
CEO got major paper, I'm a walkin' record label
Pay your lot under the table, wizzop the new Tony Draper
Innovatin', real-estatin', bought it just to renovate it
You just a lil' rental, baby, you get dick for dinner, baby
Come hang with the winner, baby, ice cold as the winter, baby
Soon as Gucci enter all the tenders hyperventilatin'
[Verse 7]
Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt
Drop them xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt, then I just
Spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt
Drops some bands all on this skirt then threw my grams right up her skirt
[Verse 8]
Now I just smash on 'em, press the gas on 'em, make it hurt
Drop them xans up in my squirt, I go to work, lift up my shirt, then I just
Spazz on 'em, throw my cash on 'em, lose shirt
Drops some bands all on this skirt then threw my grams right up her skirt
Written by: Jaylen Anthony Robinson, Radric Delantic Davis, Terry Kevontay Watson