Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rob49
Vocals
Lil Double 0
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Luedavid Jamison IV
Composer
Tyreke Rogers
Songwriter
Robert Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robb2b
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
So where Rob at?
Chill
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Got a bad bitch, play with balls like she a athlete
I'm gon' put that money before my hoe, that's how I am
Shit, I can't take no L's, I'd rather take a **** bitch
Say she tryna build, that's why I blocked her, I don't care
Coke came out the mail, got drums just like a snare
I don't need yo help, I did this by myself
Ay, look don't pill me, 'cause **** I don't play fair
They think my vulture got four legs the way he steps
[Verse 3]
Ay, he tryna send shit to the moon, comme des Garçons
I'm quick to tell him go
"49, why you don't smoke?" Cuz I like money, that's on bro
I rather be a boss, cause all these shooter **** broke
Ooh, crazy girl, I got you for life that's why I'm never there
Shit, I'm quick to put it on, feel like I never wear it
My hoes do what I say like my name Robert Kelly
I'm back in that mode again
You know what I'm sayin'? I'm on demon time
I feel like I can't be touched
I feel like they, they just can't touch me
They just can't touch me
[Verse 4]
Got a bad bitch, play with balls like she a athlete
I'm gon' put that money before my hoe that's how I am
Shit, I can't take no L's, I'd rather take a **** bitch
Say she tryna build, that's why I blocked her, I don't care
Coke came out the mail, got drums just like a snare
I don't need yo help I did this by myself
Ay, look don't pill me, 'cause **** I don't play fair
They think my vulture got four legs the way he steps
[Verse 5]
This chopper here got about four heads on it
Lil bro, watch it, be careful
When you shoot the chop, make sure you drop 'em, hop out again, hit 'em
Go change the plates, this a SRT but this bitch starving
You know this car fast, cuz we do dashes, on and on bitch we gonna get away
No pulling over no sir
My jewelry real all right, bro **** can't even ask the price
You really about that trappin' gettin' money, really was a dummy you can go ask these ****
Rob a **** for a sec, then came back to the block and give 'em hell (Give 'em hell)
I'm the reason that these **** scared, and don't come out they shell
They shot they mans up in his face, he ain't shoot back, they **** will
My lil brother just caught a cap when these street **** started snitchin'
Pointin' **** out, started cappin like this shit is chrome
[Verse 6]
Got a bad bitch, play with balls like she a athlete
I'm gon' put that money before my hoe that's how I am
Shit, I can't take no L's, I'd rather take a **** bitch
Say she tryna build, that's why I blocked her I don't care
Shit, coke came out the mail, got drums just like a snare
I don't need yo help, I did this by myself
Ay, look don't pill me, 'cause **** I don't play fair
They think my vulture got four legs the way he steps
Written by: Konstantinos Latos, Robert Jamison, Robert Luedavid Jamison IV, Robert Thomas, Tyreke Rogers