Athlete

Song

Athlete

Rob49 · Welcome To Vulture Island · 2022 · 2:48

Lyrics

Yeah So where Rob at? Chill Yeah Got a bad bitch play with balls like she a athlete I'm gon' put that money before my hoe, that's how I am, shit I can't take no L's, I'd rather take a nigga bitch Say she tryna' build, that's why I blocked her, I don't care Coke came out the mail, got drums just like a snare I don't need your help, I did this by myself Aye, look, don't play with me 'cause, nigga, I don't play fair They think my vulture got four legs, the way he steps Aye, he tryna send shit to the moon Comme des Garçons, I'm quick to tell him go "49, why you don't smoke?" 'Cause I like money that's on bro I rather be a boss cause all these shooter niggas broke Ooh, crazy girl I got you for life, that's why I'm never there Shit, I'm quick to put it on, feel like I never wear it My hoes do what I say like my name Robert Kelly! I'm back in that mode again Know what I'm saying I'm on demon time I'm feelin' like I can't be touched I feel like they just can't touch me Got a bad bitch play with balls like she a athlete I'm gon' put that money before my hoe, that's how I am, shit I can't take no L's, I'd rather take a nigga bitch Say she tryna' build, that's why I blocked her, I don't care Coke came out the mail, got drums just like a snare I don't need your help, I did this by myself Aye, look, don't play with me 'cause, nigga, I don't play fair They think my vulture got four legs, the way he steps This chopper here got about four heads on it Lil' bro, watch it, be careful When you shoot the chopper, make sure you drop 'em Hop out again, hit 'em Go change the plates, this a SRT, but this bitch stolen You know this car fast 'cause we do dashes on 'em bitches till we gon' get away No pulling over, no sir My jewellery real ice, bro, nigga can't even ask the price You really about that trappin' gettin' all that money really was a dummy You can go ask these niggas Rob a nigga for a sack, then come back to the block and give 'em hell Give 'em hell I'm the reason that these niggas scared and don't come out they shell They shot they mans up in the face, he ain't shoot back, that nigga 12 My lil' brother just caught a case When these street niggas start snitchin' Pointin' niggas out a start and start cappin' like this shit is straight? Got a bad bitch play with balls like she a athlete I'm gon' put that money before my hoe, that's how I am, shit I can't take no L's, I'd rather take a nigga bitch Say she tryna' build, that's why I blocked her, I don't care Coke came out the mail, got drums just like a snare I don't need your help, I did this by myself Aye, look, don't play with me 'cause, nigga, I don't play fair They think my vulture got four legs, the way he steps

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