Sippin' on Remi, I put down the Henny
Balmain denim, I put down the Fendi
Glockie in my jeans, Lil boy don't test me
Niggas die everyday just like Kenny
Cookin the crack, Frank gave me the recipe
Swim in the pussy, Swim in the Benji's
Gettin' too much money, What you say can't offend me
I'm off the Molly I feel like Sensi
Bitch i'm a Bad Boy like Mike Lowrey
Mr. Hit it n quit it, Leave a hoe frowny
Smokin' on Cookies, Eatin' on brownies
King of New York, They bout to crown me
Don't need a queen, I ain't splittin' my salary
Play with my money, Get thrown off a balcony
Money like my emotions
You don't wanna end up in a ocean
You niggas so soft, I smell the lotion
I'm bouta blow, I'm bouta bust
Servin' the blow, Servin' the must
Keep that fake love, I want the lust
Break down a P til it turn into dust
My face look good, I just left Lush
Face card good, I go where I want
Smokin' Backwoods, What the f*ck is a blunt
Drop the attitude girl, Don't be a cunt
You a crash dummy, Boy you a dunce
Feel like Robbin' Hood, Take what you got
Then turn around, Split it with the block
We all livin' good, I sewed up the block
12 on the payroll, We ain't gettin' caught
Servin' the powder, Servin' the snot
Servin' the oxy's, Countin' the blues
Parents don't like me, I'm Bad News
Put you on a t-shirt, Put you on the news
I'm sleep on these niggas, I keep pressin' snooze
I'm worried bout the money, You worried bout the views
Free Tay K, He wrongly accused
Trust nothin' you hear and half what you see
If you a fiend, I got what you seek
I don't need a mask, Don't care if you see
Joe fresh hoodie, UC jeans
Gettin' money by any means
Smokin' on sour In NYC
So wavy, Feel like Max B
Day n night In the street
Ten toes, Two feet
Bitch I need space back up two feet
I got the acid, I got the sheets
Don't f*ck undercovers, We over the sheets
Bitch I ain't lackin', Keep a nine where I sleep
Niggas get jealous when they see you eat
Ball on you niggas, Issa 4 game sweep (Bitch)
Gwan on the beat bitch, We the new splash brothas
TYLO. - Robbin' Hood Lyrics
TYLO. - Robbin' Hood Lyrics
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Sippin' on Remi, I put down the Henny
Balmain denim, I put down the Fendi
Glockie in my jeans, Lil boy don't test me
Niggas die everyday just like Kenny
Cookin the crack, Frank gave me the recipe
Swim in the pussy, Swim in the Benji's
Gettin' too much money, What you say can't offend me
I'm off the Molly I feel like Sensi
Bitch i'm a Bad Boy like Mike Lowrey
Mr. Hit it n quit it, Leave a hoe frowny
Smokin' on Cookies, Eatin' on brownies
King of New York, They bout to crown me
Don't need a queen, I ain't splittin' my salary
Play with my money, Get thrown off a balcony
Money like my emotions
You don't wanna end up in a ocean
You niggas so soft, I smell the lotion
I'm bouta blow, I'm bouta bust
Servin' the blow, Servin' the must
Keep that fake love, I want the lust
Break down a P til it turn into dust
My face look good, I just left Lush
Face card good, I go where I want
Smokin' Backwoods, What the f*ck is a blunt
Drop the attitude girl, Don't be a cunt
You a crash dummy, Boy you a dunce
Feel like Robbin' Hood, Take what you got
Then turn around, Split it with the block
We all livin' good, I sewed up the block
12 on the payroll, We ain't gettin' caught
Servin' the powder, Servin' the snot
Servin' the oxy's, Countin' the blues
Parents don't like me, I'm Bad News
Put you on a t-shirt, Put you on the news
I'm sleep on these niggas, I keep pressin' snooze
I'm worried bout the money, You worried bout the views
Free Tay K, He wrongly accused
Trust nothin' you hear and half what you see
If you a fiend, I got what you seek
I don't need a mask, Don't care if you see
Joe fresh hoodie, UC jeans
Gettin' money by any means
Smokin' on sour In NYC
So wavy, Feel like Max B
Day n night In the street
Ten toes, Two feet
Bitch I need space back up two feet
I got the acid, I got the sheets
Don't f*ck undercovers, We over the sheets
Bitch I ain't lackin', Keep a nine where I sleep
Niggas get jealous when they see you eat
Ball on you niggas, Issa 4 game sweep (Bitch)
Gwan on the beat bitch, We the new splash brothas
Balmain denim, I put down the Fendi
Glockie in my jeans, Lil boy don't test me
Niggas die everyday just like Kenny
Cookin the crack, Frank gave me the recipe
Swim in the pussy, Swim in the Benji's
Gettin' too much money, What you say can't offend me
I'm off the Molly I feel like Sensi
Bitch i'm a Bad Boy like Mike Lowrey
Mr. Hit it n quit it, Leave a hoe frowny
Smokin' on Cookies, Eatin' on brownies
King of New York, They bout to crown me
Don't need a queen, I ain't splittin' my salary
Play with my money, Get thrown off a balcony
Money like my emotions
You don't wanna end up in a ocean
You niggas so soft, I smell the lotion
I'm bouta blow, I'm bouta bust
Servin' the blow, Servin' the must
Keep that fake love, I want the lust
Break down a P til it turn into dust
My face look good, I just left Lush
Face card good, I go where I want
Smokin' Backwoods, What the f*ck is a blunt
Drop the attitude girl, Don't be a cunt
You a crash dummy, Boy you a dunce
Feel like Robbin' Hood, Take what you got
Then turn around, Split it with the block
We all livin' good, I sewed up the block
12 on the payroll, We ain't gettin' caught
Servin' the powder, Servin' the snot
Servin' the oxy's, Countin' the blues
Parents don't like me, I'm Bad News
Put you on a t-shirt, Put you on the news
I'm sleep on these niggas, I keep pressin' snooze
I'm worried bout the money, You worried bout the views
Free Tay K, He wrongly accused
Trust nothin' you hear and half what you see
If you a fiend, I got what you seek
I don't need a mask, Don't care if you see
Joe fresh hoodie, UC jeans
Gettin' money by any means
Smokin' on sour In NYC
So wavy, Feel like Max B
Day n night In the street
Ten toes, Two feet
Bitch I need space back up two feet
I got the acid, I got the sheets
Don't f*ck undercovers, We over the sheets
Bitch I ain't lackin', Keep a nine where I sleep
Niggas get jealous when they see you eat
Ball on you niggas, Issa 4 game sweep (Bitch)
Gwan on the beat bitch, We the new splash brothas
Writer: Joesph De La Garza
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid