Black Rob
Buss it out the wrapper sell it to a trapper
Woah I got so many bricks I swear I can build a castle
Woah soon as they come in they gone I'm doing magic
Woah turning boy and girl to bands abracadabra
Woah fuck with me yo plug too slow come get em faster
Woah plus I heard they stepped on
You going threw a hassle woah
My numbers get lower you buying a brick or better
Woah if that pussy good
We might just change the weather
Woah she say outta town
That pussy get more wetter
Woah she say out the country
I can fuck another baddie
Woah she say fuck her man
I'm having way more bands
Woah she think ima save her
She need another plan
Woah after I burn you up
I'm sending you back to your man
Woah then I might fuck your friend
How you doing pam
Woah I'm just getting more hotter
My haters getting more mad
Woah I'm still having motion
My haters still going out sad
Woah tryna keep up with me
I heard you running out bands
Woah I'm up without no deal
I heard you blew your advance
Woah I'm straight out the trap
I won and lost a lot
Woah I'm that nigga for real for real
This ain't just rap
Woah I'm feeling like Bron in Cleveland
I put the city on my back
Woah first time I took a L
First time ian have my strap
Woah my dope came with fitty
I hit it three four tizzy's
Woah these niggas really scary
They ain't never got busy
Woah I heard you did a drill
And you ain't up the blicky
Woah then yo gang got toe
You turned into a mickey woah
Woah I got so many bricks I swear I can build a castle
Woah soon as they come in they gone I'm doing magic
Woah turning boy and girl to bands abracadabra
Woah fuck with me yo plug too slow come get em faster
Woah plus I heard they stepped on
You going threw a hassle woah
My numbers get lower you buying a brick or better
Woah if that pussy good
We might just change the weather
Woah she say outta town
That pussy get more wetter
Woah she say out the country
I can fuck another baddie
Woah she say fuck her man
I'm having way more bands
Woah she think ima save her
She need another plan
Woah after I burn you up
I'm sending you back to your man
Woah then I might fuck your friend
How you doing pam
Woah I'm just getting more hotter
My haters getting more mad
Woah I'm still having motion
My haters still going out sad
Woah tryna keep up with me
I heard you running out bands
Woah I'm up without no deal
I heard you blew your advance
Woah I'm straight out the trap
I won and lost a lot
Woah I'm that nigga for real for real
This ain't just rap
Woah I'm feeling like Bron in Cleveland
I put the city on my back
Woah first time I took a L
First time ian have my strap
Woah my dope came with fitty
I hit it three four tizzy's
Woah these niggas really scary
They ain't never got busy
Woah I heard you did a drill
And you ain't up the blicky
Woah then yo gang got toe
You turned into a mickey woah
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Writer(s): Rashad Mills
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