Ishtrumentals - Robot

Yeah, Mhhmmm, Yeah yeah yeah, uh

Big racks, tip toe
Bakers man im talking bout dough
Shawty bad need her fasho
Smoking exotic it cost when i blow
Mic drop when i drop that flow
Ice it up hell yeah got glow
Turnt up, i got goals, came along way from Candler road
Straight off the hizzy talking bout hot sauce
Mhmm, yeah i gotta keep my balance talking bout hop scotch
Took it up another notch, now she call me dada
Yeah, i can't lose focus talking bout robot, yeah

Drip fr like i got some tentacles
I keep some Cubans on me at the minimal
These hoes be tryna be Remembrall
I call em shawty cause they look identical
Go to the top, yeah the pinnacle
Yeah, you know what im finna do
Shawty tryna figure me out
Chasing this clout, its more like an interview
She think she special its really like 10 of you
Every time i talk you gotta pay attention
Loyalty yeah, better not act different
If you do you getting suspended
I ain't even lying im just being honest6
I came from the bottom, she came with her bitties
Mhmm, nigga i gotta stay focused
I gotta vision just handle my business

Big racks, tip toe
Bakers man im talking bout dough
Shawty bad need her fasho
Smoking exotic it cost when i blow
Mic drop when i drop that flow
Ice it up hell yeah got glow
Turnt up, i got goals, came along way from Candler road
Straight off the hizzy talking bout hot sauce
Mhmm, yeah i gotta keep my balance talking bout hop scotch
Took it up another notch, now she call me dada
Yeah, i can't lose focus talking bout robot, yeah

Im in my zone when she calling me
I feel like ken with these dolls on me
Popping these addies its hard to sleep, its hard to eat its bothering me
I pull you close for your energy
Love at first sight, got chemistry
Smoking on loud, its straight out the pound
Im telling you now she into me
Counting up i got energy
Praying to God heal my inner G
Shawty attached, she want my swag she my mini me
These niggas mad
Thwy talk behind my back, subliminally
Came with that swag, swag attack she feeling me
You know what it feel like, thumbing through the check what it feel like
Hell yeah real life, diamonds shine like the moon at midnight
Third eye open when you realize, i was going crazy on the inside
Babygirl you ain't gotta ask twice, we was already kings in the past life
I just stay focused get the bag right, fuck the fake love thats a bad diet
I even look better since last time
All my diamonds hitting like a black eye

Big racks, tip toe
Bakers man im talking bout dough
Shawty bad need her fasho
Smoking exotic it cost when i blow
Mic drop when i drop that flow
Ice it up hell yeah got glow
Turnt up, i got goals, came along way from Candler road
Straight off the hizzy talking bout hot sauce
Mhmm, yeah i gotta keep my balance talking bout hop scotch
Took it up another notch, now she call me dada
Yeah, i can't lose focus talking bout robot, yeah

Written by:
Ismail Abdullah

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