ROB WHO? Songtext
von Rowdy Rebel

Hah, woo, shee′, eh

My driver stole up all my sleep, tell that nigga, that he ain't safe (eh)
Niggas post my jewelry, tell ′em niggas post they face
My niggas itchin' to jump out the window, I had to tell my niggas to wait (grrah, blaow, ayy)
My 1090 niggas outta town, I told 'em, "Drive in from out of state" (ayy, ayy, pull up)

I keep the killers when I get around, we never worry, we just play it safe (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I know Tre pound from a shawty, if I tell him, "Blow", then he better spray (ayy, ayy, hold there, bitch)
They tried to put me on the list (come here), like we ain′t gon′ pop up with sticks (blaow)
They tryna get me to go crash (what?), risk my whole life for the shit (stupid)
They tryna get me out my bag (bag), the block is excitin' shit (for real)
′Cause they know me from my past (for real), ain't with that typin′ shit (ayy, for real)
Grrah-bah-bah-graow

I gotta watch who I call my friends, 'cause I can′t let niggas close (woo, close)
I gotta keep this Glock on my bands, 'cause y'all be droppin′ the phones
Ayy, Glock 26, it can fit in my pocket, I pull that bitch out, and I blow
Ayy, you can ask bro that raised me, he gon′ tell you, he treat me the GOAT


If you think niggas got up on me, kill that noise, you outta line (you outta line)
Niggas really tried that shit, they woulda died (woo), bottom line (that's bottom line)
Shoots fired, check the news, another one, Channel 9 (ayy, it′s Channel 9)
They just dropped a body 'round my way, but it wasn′t one of mine (grrah, blaow, ayy)

Let's talk ′bout who got litty (womp), whose block out here, got busy? (Womp)
Let's talk 'bout speakin′ ′bout facts (facts), who really put it on for the city? (Grrah)
Let's talk ′bout backin' off for real (womp), R.I.P. to my nigga Freak Nitty (woo)
Let′s talk 'bout shootouts for real (for real), heard the opp bitch got hit in her titty (graow, graow, graow)

My niggas itchin′ to jump out the window, I had to tell my niggas to wait (wait)
My 1090 niggas outta town, I told 'em, "Drive in from out of state" (ayy, ayy, pull up)
I keep the killers when I get around, we never worry, we just play it safe (yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I know Tre pound from a shawty, if I tell him, "Blow", then he better spray (ayy, ayy, ayy hold there, bitch)

They tried to put me on the list (come here), like we ain't gon′ pop up with sticks (blaow)
They tryna get me to go crash (what?), risk my whole life for the shit (stupid)
They tryna get me out my bag (bag), the block is excitin′ shit (for real)
'Cause they know me from my past (for real), ain′t with that typin' shit (ayy, for real)
Grrah-bah-bah-graow