Preach Lyrics – Rob49, YTB Fatt

Read the full Preach lyrics by Rob49 and YTB Fatt along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Rob49’s music, you can also explore Tell Nobody and Bounce Out, two other songs by Rob49.

[Intro: Rob49]
Yeah, that’s two hundred thousand on my neck, man
Two ice pendants, Jesus Christ pendants from, um, from Wafi (You dig?)
We spent fifty thousand on a guapo, hit him in the molly here (For sure)
Yeah, yeah

[Interlude: Rob49]
Pop a pink pill, turn to a Power Ranger, huh (Turn to a Power Ranger)
I done took X and Perc’ with hoes who high maintenance, huh (High mainatnce)
Fu*king on project hoes, Big Fourski just can’t fake it (At all)
The biggest (For sure)
Yeah (Free gang)

[Verse 1: Rob49]
Yeah, money, drügs, s*x, violence, n!gga, motivation (For sure, for sure)
S*it, money, drügs, s*x, violence, my combination, yeah, yeah
You feel me, G-Code? I’m just popping it
They ain’t even— I’m poppin it, s*it (For sure)
Huh, fifty thousand plain watch, pinky ring cost twenty thou’, yeah
Crazy necklace costing bricks of becky, get a fu*k boy crossed out, yeah
Mm-hmm, you feel me? (The biggest)
We just popping it, man, pop your s*it (ain’t tryna link)
You feel me? Yeah

[Verse 2: YTB Fatt]
Huh, eat her pu*sy, I left a diamond on her, she call me back
I’m the youngest rapper in the game with fifteen cars and one hundred straps, huh
Real freak, beat her pu*sy up by night, morning times flat, huh
I can’t believe n!ggas really telling on theyself on Vlad
I can’t get on YouTube talking ’bout killing, so I really want something dead
I ain’t know I was this lit, I can put a feature and video on your head
Hundred ‘bows, bust her at Ninth Ward, I’m with thirty-five b!tches with 4God
Play that loud-loud jam, buy some more liquor, we running out (Huh)
I can’t believe n!ggas mention my name just to get a buzz (Huh)
I can’t believe n!ggas lying like I’m they fu*king cuz
I know how the game go, the first one make it out, then you won
I want uncle, vultures probably just sold a brick of uh

Huh, I can’t believe n!ggas ain’t never met me but wanna diss me
Huh, I just pulled up bouncing a Maybach truck with four, five b!tches
Huh, sitting in the back of the ‘Bach with a liquor bottle, my driver a woman
I know that s*it deeper than jet ski, killers in Miami, Florida, huh
Brand new house by the ocean, I’m tried of catching charges in Georgia, huh
Rich for real, backyard by the water, made a mermaid my cousin

[Bridge: YTB Fatt]
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah
Yeah, popping, Foxes, with some liquor, yeah

[Verse 3: Rob49]
Yeah, popping like I’m ‘posed to with a badass b!tch in the club, won’t drank mimosas, huh
Broski ain’t got no groupie b!tches in the jail, he fu*k his lotion
I done took four or five pills at one time, b!tch, I’m tryna up my dosage
I done fu*k four, five hoes at one time, I ain’t gotta fu*king post it
Fours don’t give no fu*k about b!tches, n!gga, fu*k that ho, I’m better than her
Brand new diamond bezel, this ho on me chrome and leather
I can’t believe these n!ggas out here linking up with rats, Big 4skI’ll fu*king never
Huh, the biggest, the fu*k, n!gga?
Foxwood
Running with me right now, I got a Drac’ off selling fetty
Mouth, ears, neck spaghetti, every time we link, I bless her
Diamonds on me pissy, n!gga, Bart Simpson, I ain’t R-Kelly
The Biggest, yeah

[Outro: YTB Fatt]
4, you know what that s*it be, turn a b!tch forever
I was thinking s*it couldn’t compare to me but a barber or something
Ain’t s*it in competition but a Fox but a barber or something, forever
Young n!gga, real means
Real fu*king means