Letra de TRX - Rob49

(Feat. ["Roddy Ricch"])

Yeah, huh, uh-huh

Yeah, yeah, huh, uh

Say

Yeah, we pull up in any whip (Skrrt)

Yeah, we can fuck on any bitch (Yeah)

Turnt up like a motherfucker (Yeah), looking like I hit a lick (Yeah)

They said we can't bring shit in this party, I brought my pole in (Brrt)

Pull up, TRX truck, that Scat Pack just ain't fast enough (Skrrt)

50K at Boobytrap, Miami hoes is bad as fuck

Two hundred in the 'Rari, I was on the bridge, I just might pass him up

They need a nigga with a buss down every time a nigga touch down

One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, all blues

We pull up in any whip, 40K in my back pocket

AK for my nemesis, he said he want rob somethin'

They think just 'cause we went number one, we ain't gon' slide nothin'

Young nigga on demon time, he out of sight and out his mind

Fifteen, I was kickin' doors, young, laid back nigga

Roddy always been sniffing hoes and always had his wrist on froze

Light it up, uh-uh, flood the streets, uh-uh

New black four-by-four, bitch, this is not a Jeep, uh-uh

Gotta buy a Goyard, it barely fit the racks in

I done laid more niggas down in tackles then the Pac10

Cut a couple hoes off, all these bitches want is me

Roddy gon' hit him at the top, 49 gon' hit him below the knees

Yeah, we pull up in any whip (Skrrt)

Yeah, we can fuck on any bitch (Yeah)

Turnt up like a motherfucker (Yeah), looking like I hit a lick (Yeah)

They said we can't bring shit in this party, I brought my pole in (Brrt)

Pull up, TRX truck, that Scat Pack just ain't fast enough (Skrrt)

50K at Boobytrap, Miami hoes is bad as fuck

Two hundred in the 'Rari, I was on the bridge, I just might pass him up

They need a nigga with a buss down every time a nigga touch down

One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, all blues (Yeah)

Yeah, I be in the trap still

Real project baby, sending pounds back through a vacuum seal

All my hoes got Prada bags

4K for that purse, if you don't squirt, bring that Prada back

And I want him dead, but that lil' shit won't bring my brother back

Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm about it, uh-uh

Ask about me, uh-uh, homicidal, uh-uh

Still be beating that block up like I'm equal dollar, uh

Nigga rich like Roddy, uh, I'll crack a taco, shit

Told bro, "Do him wrong, huh, we know he a snake, yeah"

And he want him bad, he ride strikers all night

Shit, way he keep a strap, you would think lil' bro a dike, nigga

Catch him doing bad like Cousin Harold at that light, nigga

Yeah, we pull up in any whip (Skrrt)

Yeah, we can fuck on any bitch (Yeah)

Turnt up like a motherfucker (Yeah), looking like I hit a lick (Yeah)

They said we can't bring shit in this party, I brought my pole in (Brrt)

Pull up, TRX truck, that Scat Pack just ain't fast enough (Skrrt)

50K at Boobytrap, Miami hoes is bad as fuck

Two hundred in the 'Rari, I was on the bridge, I just might pass him up

They need a nigga with a buss down every time a nigga touch down

One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, all blues

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