Rob49 - Pill Head
Mm (yeah)You gave them niggas a brick, za? (For sure, for sure)
This shit over now, hmm
Yeah, used to call lil' bro a pill head
'Til I took that bitch and understood just what that pill did
I was seventeen, skippin' school, stealin' from the mailman
Waited 'til he got grown to be gangster, I don't feel that
Told him watch his gang, he got a slow leak
Watch what you say around them niggas, I think they police
He got some pints and out the blue, he said he sell lean
I don't know what's wrong, but for some reason, I don't trust people
Yeah, know you see us turning up, put on your binoculars
Richer then lil' Roddy nem, richer than a lot of niggas
You heard she a good girl 'cause you ain't see that side of her
But I saw that side of her, that lil' ho be turnin' up
I'm feeling like Scarface in the trenches with a sling
I just got shot, I'm back outside like I ain't feel a thing
Yeah, I ain't gon' lie, that hurt, so I ain't gon' tell 'em what you said
Shit, I send full court press and niggas popping up dead
Yeah, clutching in the bulletproof, five percent the rentals too
VM, Vulture Mafia, turnt up, gon' make your ho a thot
I'm in the trenches right now, bitch, come pull up right now
No, that ain't no real 'za, I'll finesse a nigga two times
Bitch, come pull up right now
Yeah, told them niggas come pull up right now, what's happenin'?
Yeah, bitch, come pull up right now
Yeah, keep tellin' 'em niggas come pull up right now, yeah
Yeah, used to call lil' bro a pill head
'Til I took that bitch and understood just what that pill did
I was seventeen, skippin' school, stealin' from the mailman
Waited 'til he got grown to be gangster, I don't feel that
Told him watch his gang, he got a slow leak
Watch what you say around them niggas, I think they police
He got some pints and out the blue, he said he sell lean
I don't know what's wrong, but for some reason, I don't trust people
Yeah, nigga, ain't shit green around here, I'm on gang
I know what'll turn this ho up, that D'USSÉ, huh
He a rat, his daddy a rat, offspring
I hang with some murderer niggas, what you sayin'?
And I keep my heater on me all in December
I put the chain on and make her suck it with the chain on
Put that brain on, I made lil' shawty put that brain on me
Paid a good lawyer, after that, got the case drop
Bitch, what you sayin'?
I know youngins after his man like he Pac-Man
He done lost a hundred thousand in a dice game
I done took her to the beach, she tryna sightsee
Your nigga ain't like me
Written by:
Robert Thomas, Joseph Steele, Ian Lewis
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