Rob Who (feat. DJ Drama)

(Good lookin', Dnell)

Gang shit

Real street ****

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 **** robbin' who? I'm like, "Come try your luck" (Pussy)

Ain't no more 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 **** 'round my way, I really finish shit

Only **** 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)

**** 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 **** that was takin' trips with pints of syrup

I'm that **** 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 **** records, all that