BigFresh - Rob Who?

Yah
Fresh
Who you gone rob
Im high as fuck
Glock in the booth
Fresh
Who you gone rob
Rob who
Drum on the glock like a pan
Bitch i get fly peter pan
She wanna fuck i got bands
Racks in the vault i got racks in my pants
Pull up and shoot with the glock
Walk down on a opp leave his ass in the grass
Im on his head like sum naps
We catch a opp dont lack
We catch a opp dont lack
Bullets gone leave his ass right in the past
Rob who take from what
I got the stick in the muh fuckin bag
I put a bitch on you one two
Now she want be your boo
Got racks choppa gone blow like a flute
Lets go
Im dropping bars like a nuke
Stuck in the boot with the stick like duke
These niggas cap boom
She wanna fuck ouu
Im in this bitch like a womb
My flow sick like a patient
Im off the runtz real faded
Im off the lean sedated
We having straps like the hatians
Diamonds they dance off my bezel
Diamonds they dance off these bezel
She wanna fuck imma wrestler
These niggas sweet pretzels
Come to your block
Give out this led like a pencil
Sending them shots at your vessels
Salt on my name
I keep a stick like a cane
Fresh been known as a devil
Catch me a opp and im popping em
Fresh been having options
Im in your boo like a doctor
We eating good lobster
She my bitch
Racks like a book imma author
We took his pops he a foster
After i fuck imma block her
She tryna kick it like soccer
Stacking these racks like a bible
We leave em stuck like the ifle
Whole lotta guns rifles
Breakin her back call it spinal
Wack him and make his ass viral
Doa dead on arrival
Spin on his block call it spiral
Turning your name to a title
These niggas cap i got rich
She wanna fuck i got bricks
I got a stick in this bitch
Fuck nigga play get blown like a wish
Who you gone rob
I got the stick

Written by:
Big Fresh

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