Rob Dilly Lyrics – Jdot Breezy

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See, my friend just killed it
N!gga
Hey, hm

Brain pain get put on the t
All I do, snap a finger
It ain’t ever safe within any streets
Your best friend is danger
Bich left, I went to jail
She left me hanging and I’m bankrupt
’cause it made me and I made it out that s*it
Now, s*it, stranger

Ain’t no second guess of s*it
It’s life or death, bich
I’m a blank ’em

I ain’t duck a fuk
They come for me, then n!gga, bring ’em
Trying to tell you this s*it hot
These biches, it’s painful
A lot of s*it had made me who I am
That pain will make a gangsta
Suite it up we in a ride
We’re looking where the ops be
I got rala on my mind
So ain’t nobody going to stop me

We the construction boys
We the destruction boys
We fuk up properties
Catch a op and buy a mock
This s*it, he’ll be monopoly
I’m on top of all the toppers
Ain’t no fuking top of me
I’m the king of this s*it
I got the lock in the key

I don’t fuk with pussing n!ggas
Can’t be missing energies
Acting like they fuk with you
Whole time you’re envying me
Pay them all and spin it all
I be splurging on the n!gga
Catch them down and kill his dog
We pop up early on the n!gga

30 in that g thing
Put todd gurley on the n!gga
You’re a thief, not a killer
I ain’t worried about no n!gga
Like his motherfu*king basketball
Bich, this s*it official
I’m a fuking ball hog
I’m trying to kill all these n!ggas

Salt off, knock his jaw off
Bich, I’m morela
Puccy boy, you ain’t no driller
Better not get caught with them n!ggas
Man, all these n!ggas talk
You got to show me
If your omen better act like you know me
How I’m rolling
All that trolling making poses
We going to pull up get up on it
Our old friend going to make me kill his ass
Nigger, you better focus

Running point like rob
Running point like rob dilly
Better chill for not the beans out your chili

Nigger, words don’t move me
I ain’t feeling
A fu*ked thing that you saying
N!gga, you don’t scare me
Make a nigger s*it it when he bullets hit his belly
They know by me they know just what I do
Who really killing
Puccy n!gga you got all that mouth
You must want to see the ribbon
Put my foot on nigger’s neck
I kill the ass you know I’m stepping
Dead ops inside my blood
I wrote this bich this bich hit it
It’s 420 every time my opp die
This bich hate it

I’m a pay for that no dead it
Like I said I’m running point
Bich, I feel like rob dilly
Switch, n!gga three ball
Murder man made murder calls
I’m going to step on him
This by my dog I promise I’m going to call you all

That’s what I meant
Ain’t no calling s*it off
All that ches and clout
Little bich
We’re going to knock your s*it off
Little n!gga hit the bit, though
Got ’em pissed off
Money talking that blit talk
Piss my wrist off
Fuk it I’m going to ice my bich
I like it when her toes white
Shopping spree when we get home
Bich, throw that puccy bite

You mention me
You better mention right
You mention me
You might just lose your lif
et off my d!ck
You n!ggas riding bike
You’re supposed to fuk a puccy
Why you riding pipe, ha-ha
I got to stop trolling
I be smoking dope
But that’s what I be rolling
Load a chop and hit a block
Leave his brain open
Fuk it
We going in the fort foking
It, we going in a ford focus