Robert Gang

G lock with these Tom Ford shades

Come through like I’m Johnny Cage

Tell the opps

To meet on Moreland

We can shoot out bout a blade

Smack that boy on stage

Like Will Smith

But he ain’t alive

One of my opps OD’d on Percocet

Cause he couldn’t come outside

Crash out about my brother

Better not speak on MH5

I don’t give a fuck what kinda car it is

Just put tint on it

I’mma slide

Ola spin through that bitch by his self

He know how to shoot and drive

You got gangster when I was down the road

You known for ducking and hiding

5L gang til I’m dead and pailed

Put shit on the shelf

Had that hammer on him

Like construction worker

But he still got nailed

Say he 20 what?

Make that **** call 12

Fuck cop a co we at the Waffle House

If a **** tweet he get his patty melt

He only gangster when he deep

But not when he by his self

Gun ain’t no fun button but my guns

With no mask

Call that bare face

Might come no face like Kanye

5 PM we gon spin broad day

Came flat back

So I had to piece it up

And lil Trey 5 don’t like to dance

But he can beef it up

Leave the car running

We on a two man

Keys in the truck

He spoke on Robert

We getting on feet

N***a I don’t give a fuck

You go that way

I go this way

Make sure you meet back up

So many shots heard it in hell

And woke a demon up

We pull off fast

Bodies in the grass

We laying belt to ass

We don’t take no hits

Cause n***a paying to kill real n***as

But if you a opp

You gon get popped

That’s how I deal with you

Can’t backdoor me

I shoot this bitch and I still hit her

We make him link up for some numbers

But we still bigger

My brother died

So ain’t no telling me to chill n***a

He crashed out

Caught 20 years

I’m gonna still kill him

Got blue strips on these bands

Like a airbender

Don’t throw them shots

And hide your hands

Who the fuck the sender

All my life I been the suspect

Never been a victim

I’m deezer gang

Don’t call em shooters

I just call em spinners

And in my hood

If it’s a hot box

We just call it rental

I been sleeping with this draco

I’m a born sinner

That shit had turned the kid so evil

When I lost my n***a

I got a happy face tatted on my trigger finger

Told SRT bust a right right here

Yeah n***a don’t use no blinkers

I’m teach my daughter how to spin on them

Like a ballerina

And you ain’t apart of Fox 5

If it ain’t make the channel

And when you stepping about revenge

Don’t give a fuck about no camera

I don’t got no questions

Don’t want your answers

Fayblock caught a bow

Told him n***a I’ll meet you in the slammer