Red Robin
Ain't no groceries, but I gotta get bags
Niggas ain't have, niggas just had
They see me do me, see them get mad
Asking too much, like they was name was "Vlad"
She call me "Baba", I'm not her dad
Bro do it good, but I swear he bad
Can't skip this beef, it's not an ad
The way they switch up, it's so sad
Do this shit often
Bro, get it popping
Moving with caution
Shit ain't sweet, It really get rotten
Come from the bottom
Can't relate to these problems
Some niggas get locked in
Or drop like leaves In autumn
Rest In Peace, the ones who fallen
Still got dawgs hoodie'd up, like Red Robin
Niggas be fake, can't say they real
Shit go down, they gon' squeal
Feel like a shop, I make them deals
Give that boy contact, NFL
Play with sticks, like NHL
Wasn't rain, I felt some hail
If money slow like a snail, at least I make a trail
Bro said, his white be pale
Rubber bands and them scales
Teach these niggas, like it's Yale
Need the truth, don't need no tales
Cuz they be telling lies
Enemies in disguise
Hittas pop out by surprise
It's still Free the guys
Suburban trapper, what he tryna gain?
Most these niggas cap, ain't felt struggle, ain't felt no pain
Youngin' on block, and he tryna make a name
So steady with that aim
Most these niggas do it for the fame
And It's a shame
But this is where we came
In the cut with some drug dealers uh
And we posted with some killas uh
Nah, these niggas don't feel us uh
Cuz we got 'em feeling bitter
Try to paint us as the villains
Ain't no groceries, but I gotta get bags
Niggas ain't have, niggas just had
They see me do me, see them get mad
Asking too much, like they was name was "Vlad"
She call me "Baba", I'm not her dad
Bro do it good, but I swear he bad
Can't skip this beef, it's not an ad
The way they switch up, it's so sad
Do this shit often
Bro, get it popping
Moving with caution
Shit ain't sweet, It really get rotten
Come from the bottom
Can't relate to these problems
Some niggas get locked in
Or drop like leaves In autumn
Rest In Peace, the ones who fallen
Still got dawgs hoodie'd up, like Red Robin
Yea uh
Yea uh
Yea uh
Lil Honcho Season
Yea uh
Yea uh
Yea uh
Lil Honcho Season
Yea uh
Yea uh
Yea uh
Lil Honcho Season
Niggas ain't have, niggas just had
They see me do me, see them get mad
Asking too much, like they was name was "Vlad"
She call me "Baba", I'm not her dad
Bro do it good, but I swear he bad
Can't skip this beef, it's not an ad
The way they switch up, it's so sad
Do this shit often
Bro, get it popping
Moving with caution
Shit ain't sweet, It really get rotten
Come from the bottom
Can't relate to these problems
Some niggas get locked in
Or drop like leaves In autumn
Rest In Peace, the ones who fallen
Still got dawgs hoodie'd up, like Red Robin
Niggas be fake, can't say they real
Shit go down, they gon' squeal
Feel like a shop, I make them deals
Give that boy contact, NFL
Play with sticks, like NHL
Wasn't rain, I felt some hail
If money slow like a snail, at least I make a trail
Bro said, his white be pale
Rubber bands and them scales
Teach these niggas, like it's Yale
Need the truth, don't need no tales
Cuz they be telling lies
Enemies in disguise
Hittas pop out by surprise
It's still Free the guys
Suburban trapper, what he tryna gain?
Most these niggas cap, ain't felt struggle, ain't felt no pain
Youngin' on block, and he tryna make a name
So steady with that aim
Most these niggas do it for the fame
And It's a shame
But this is where we came
In the cut with some drug dealers uh
And we posted with some killas uh
Nah, these niggas don't feel us uh
Cuz we got 'em feeling bitter
Try to paint us as the villains
Ain't no groceries, but I gotta get bags
Niggas ain't have, niggas just had
They see me do me, see them get mad
Asking too much, like they was name was "Vlad"
She call me "Baba", I'm not her dad
Bro do it good, but I swear he bad
Can't skip this beef, it's not an ad
The way they switch up, it's so sad
Do this shit often
Bro, get it popping
Moving with caution
Shit ain't sweet, It really get rotten
Come from the bottom
Can't relate to these problems
Some niggas get locked in
Or drop like leaves In autumn
Rest In Peace, the ones who fallen
Still got dawgs hoodie'd up, like Red Robin
Yea uh
Yea uh
Yea uh
Lil Honcho Season
Yea uh
Yea uh
Yea uh
Lil Honcho Season
Yea uh
Yea uh
Yea uh
Lil Honcho Season
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Writer(s): Deng Deng
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