Fuck Rap

(专辑： Robbin Season 2 - 2020)

Big 6, nigga (Classic)
Every time, I nut and leave, nigga, mhm
Yeah

I don't need no nigga, don't fuck with ho niggas
Got bro with me, he off of four Skittles
Drop shit, you on big opp shit, yeah, I expose niggas
Took street money, turned that to P money like I got Coach with us
R.I.P. GiGi, miss my nigga Lo, he beat that road with it
Hit MD, they going for the high, I want the whole ticket
I dare a nigga come reach for my chain, I got big pole with me
Feel this Rollie on me freeze up like the cold or it got snow in it
Yeah, plus ain't no ho with me
We up that score, nigga, hit your city and snatch a soul in it
You hang with niggas you know dropped your mans, these niggas whole bitches
Won't let a fuck nigga fuck up my plans, I ain't go no feelings
We'll take that shit up off your neck
Fuck about your strap, you in my hood, bitch, quit throwing up your set, yeah
Nigga reach, I'm throwing up big TEC
Just counted up a check and we got now, don't give a fuck about who next, yeah
Fuck rap, I'm really up some shit
And it's just me and gang, so don't ask me about no nigga you don't see me with, yeah
Car and house, this shit up on my wrist
So much water, now that I think about it, shit, I should've went to Flint, ayy
Pussy good, I put her on the kit
5K on the 'fit, you niggas pussy, thirty racks on your whole clique, yeah
I'm still on probation for that stick
I asked lil' gang what he wanted to sign, he said just put him on the lick
(Iced Up Records)
Bitch, I got new money, that pink and blue money
Count two hundred, that's clearly too money
I'm sick of niggas, done killed all your guys and y'all ain't do nothing
They still ain't blew nothing, we dropped shit, I ain't gotta prove nothing, nigga

That's on the gang, lil' nigga
I ain't gotta prove nothing to these niggas
Keep running, keep it running, 2 Side
We on
My nigga Von on the beat, Drank God, Robbin Season 2, bitch
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