Muziekvideo
Muziekvideo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Luedavid Jamison IV
Composer
Bryan Christopher Williams
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robb2b
Producer
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Yeah, crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the low, I missed my woe
Drug dealer selling coke and dope
I put ****' bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the store
Okay, I say this **** life, his ass a go
[Verse 2]
I don't know what happened to my savage but I can't turn 'em down
My girl a freak, I kiss her feet before I eat her out
Two years ago, I ain't have nowhere to live
I bossed up quick and bought my moms a crib
****, I bossed up quick and bought my sister a whip
A project baby, twenty-two, I'm rich
Alright, December I was fucked up, you **** lucked up
My mama put that dope up, to duck the task force
Money, drugs, sex, violence is what they told us
Alright, what's good for the youth
A baby Larry Hoover
I bless her hallelujah
I'm fucking her everyday
I'm dogging her out every way
Eat pussy, crème brûlée
Four god the big boss, the real one
I still keep my hammer in case I nail something
I still call my ho in case I miss her
I still call my redbone vanilla
[Verse 3]
Crazy, yeah, hustler, that's me
Muscle, what you think?
Pussy, play your lick
I just dropped the low, I missed my woe
Drug dealer selling coke and dope
I put ****' bitches on go
Everywhere I go, I'm like the pope
I was shooting dice by the store
Okay, I say this **** life, his ass a go
[Verse 4]
Yeah, **** way too sad and my big bro incarcerated
I still be by myself like I ain't got a million haters
They know this youngin playa, I fuck ****' old ladies
I'm trying to make it out but my whole project think I made it
Chrome heart to match, red Barrett bucket hat
Touch weed not the crack
I fuck her from the back like I don't do front
Alright, took off **** top like they don't know nothing
Brodie, he be sipping, pour a four up
I'm trying to pay the judge to get the case dropped
I'm trying to touch a M to move my moms out
I left Mike Amiri denim at my bitch house
[Verse 5]
I don't know what happened to my savage but I can't turn 'em down
My girl a freak, I kiss her feet before I eat her out
Two years ago I ain't have nowhere to live
I bossed up quick and bought my moms a crib, ****
Written by: Robert Luedavid Jamison IV, Robert Thomas

