Testo Endzone - SOB X RBE
Testo della canzone Endzone (SOB X RBE), tratta dall'album SOB X RBE
From Parts Unknown
SOB RBE that's the gang bitch
Yeah
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (with that friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (yeah)
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone (yeah, yeah)
Baby girl make that ass pop (make that ass pop)
Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (she get nothin' but backshots)
Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (catch a backshot)
Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (with that friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone
Chop get to spittin' this bitch fire like a manager
Hit it from the back, she can't move like I damaged her
Let the chop go, this bitch paint like a pedicure
Free T, free pops, got me sheddin' tears
Aye, lil' nigga what's your profit?
Every gun got a ruler, what the fuck is a stock clip? (yeah, yeah)
Let them thangs blow if it's funk like a thot bitch
Bitch these Margiela's, lil' nigga these are not Timbs (oh, no, no)
Bitch, and I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (With that friend zone)
Strictly Only Brothers, so don't ask 'cause my friends gone ('cause my friends gone)
A Ed Hardy? Lil' nigga, this a Kenzo
Big Glock, make that bitch spit now his hip gone
And I could name a couple hoes that I did wrong (yeah, yeah)
Lost my bro to the feds so I sip strong
I don't got the patience, you ain't fuckin' bitch get gone
You ain't stitch lip, let off shots now your lip gone
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (with that friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (yeah)
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone (yeah, yeah)
Baby girl make that ass pop (make that ass pop)
Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (she get nothin' but backshots)
Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (try to run catch a backshot)
Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot
Catch me runnin' through the bands, damn
Baby, know you fuckin' wit' the man, damn
Don't understand what they sayin' (oh, no, no)
'Cause I won't even speak if she less than a ten, yeah
I'ma pass to my mans, yeah
I be hot, need a fan, damn
Big Glock I can't hold up my pants (oh, no, no)
And baby girl you know that you fuckin' with the man
So, baby girl make that ass pop (make that ass pop)
Ass drop, she get nothin' but backshots (she get nothin' but backshots)
Tote a big Glock, try to run catch a backshot (try to run catch a backshot)
Baby throw that ass and that check to my stash spot (oh, no, no)
I ain't fuckin' wit' that friend zone (friend zone)
I ain't even hit it once, she put my friends on (put my friends on)
I'm just tryna get you while your man gone (while your man gone)
I'ma rush it 'til a nigga reach the endzone
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Writer(s): Wayman Barrow, Juwon Lee, Everett Harris
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