Crash Dummy - SHORELINE MAFIA

Ayy, Rob

I think the feds is listenin'

Ayy (Shh, ayy)

Ooh

Nigga, I’m so fly, I flew

Hold on, let me turn it up

If you ain’t know me, time to meet me one on one, ayy (Bitch)

My name is Rob (Ayy)

They kinda call me Rob because I rob (Gang)

I treat my family like the mob and I ain’t never had a job

I swear to God (Ooh)

If one of you pussy niggas run up wrong

I be the reason why your homie R.I.P.

you in a song

Fuck nigga

How much in my pocket?

Like ten (Ayy)

I’ma fuck this money up and run it right up again

I don’t care, niggas tryna do what I did

And all the pocket-watching bitches be like, «Rob, where you been?»

Ayy, ayy, Glock 45 make the job easy (Job easy)

You don’t want it with the gang, we all greasy, ayy (We all greasy)

Fuck a baby gun, nigga, all my chops beef (All my chops beef)

I’ma take some, nigga, all my opps peacin' (Ayy)

Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, ayy

I can get a nigga whacked for cash money (Ayy)

Nigga, you must be a crash dummy, ayy

And all a nigga know is cash money, ayy

Pull up on a nigga, make a nigga hit his two-step

Hood-hoppin' nigga, every week you with a new set

If we ain’t gettin' money, then it’s fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)

They say, «Lil' Robby goin' nuts,» bitch, suck 'em (Ayy)

Niggas say it’s up, so we gang slide and bust 'em

I ain’t switchin' up, bitch, it’s Bayline or nothin' (Ooh)

These fuck niggas can’t see me

Don’t watch me, lil' baby, watch TV

Fuck 12, nigga,

free 03

(What?)

On the run right now, I gotta be lowkey (Skrrt)

Stole my killer out, he probably on speed (He probably on speed)

Hit the floor, it probably make your nose bleed (Make your nose bleed)

I’ll chop a nigga up like Gross Beat, ayy

I’ll chop a nigga up, gross beat (Leggo)

Ayy, ayy, Glock 45 make the job easy (Job easy)

You don’t want it with the gang, we all greasy, ayy

Fuck a baby gun, nigga, all my chops beef (All my chops beef)

I’ma take some, nigga, all my opps peacin' (Ayy)

Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, ayy (Swerve)

I can get a nigga whacked for cash money (Ayy)

Nigga, you must be a crash dummy, ayy

And all a nigga know is cash money, ayy

Ayy, ayy

Ayy, Rob (What?)

I think the feds is listenin'

(Ayy)

Gang