Sideshow - Robbioso, #DRE

Whole squad on that dumb shit

Fuck is a beef, 30 shots in that drumstick

All that talk bout' a body, you ain’t up shit

Glock 21 on soccer mode, this bitch got dumb kick

I’m bout bread, care less what you tellin' me

I keep a couple b’s like a muhfuckin' spellin' bee

And I don’t even need a beam I got accuracy

Had to run off on the plug he was taxin' me

Need a p, call Khalil, brodie got it

Knot so fat you can’t fit it in a wallet

Shoes cost a band I don’t rock Foamposites

Quit talkin' bout a foreign, broke nigga go and cop it

If a bitch wanna fuck, better say sumn

Bet she won’t even get a lick if she don’t pay nun

Talk shit, no Febreeze, I’ll spray sumn

Boys get behind, up the Glocks and don’t say nun

Last year I was broke like a injury

Now my name buzzin', niggas sayin' that they kin to me

Fuck niggas, niggas ain’t who they pretend to be

Rockin' all this gold nigga, like I’m Mr. T

On the S, bet a band on that 6 8

Bro said he heard the boys comin', nigga which way?

If it’s fonk, why that lil nigga skip states

And I ain’t talkin' K Mart but gotta big K

I ain’t rockin wit' a nigga if he tellin'

In the trap blowin' loud like a dumb nigga yellin'

Where you from?

Lil bitch

I’m from the 7

All that internet thuggin', I’ll send yo ass to Heaven

Spend 5 bands in Neimans, that’s a bustdown

Just hit a lick for like 6, that’s a touchdown

Fuck clowns, last year was broke but I’m up now

Same bummy ass nigga bustin' nuts now