Testo TRX - Rob49 feat. Roddy Ricch
Testo della canzone TRX (Rob49 feat. Roddy Ricch), tratta dall'album 4GOD II
Yeah, huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, huh, uh
Say
Yeah, we pull up in any whip (skrrt)
Yeah, we can fuck on any bitch
Turnt up like a motherfucker, looking like I hit a lick (yeah)
They said we can't bring shit in this party, I brought my pole in (brrt)
Pull up, TRX truck, that Scat Pack just ain't fast enough (skrrt)
50K at Boobytrap, Miami hoes is bad as fuck
Two hundred in the 'Rari, I was on the bridge, I just might pass him up
They need a nigga with a buss down, every time a nigga touch down
One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, all blues
We pull up in any whip, 40K in my back pocket
AK for my nemesis, he said he want rob somethin'
They think just 'cause wе went number one, wе ain't gon' slide nothin'
Young nigga on demon time, he out of sight and out his mind
Fifteen, I was kickin' doors, young, laid back nigga
Roddy always been sniffing hoes and always had his wrist on froze
Light it up, uh-uh, flood the streets, uh-uh
New black four-by-four, bitch, this is not a Jeep, uh-uh
Gotta buy a Goyard, it barely fit the racks in
I done laid more niggas down in tackles then the Pac10
Cut a couple hoes off, all these bitches want is me
Roddy gon' hit him at the top, 49 gon' hit him below the knees
Yeah, we pull up in any whip (skrrt)
Yeah, we can fuck on any bitch
Turnt up like a motherfucker, looking like I hit a lick (yeah)
They said we can't bring shit in this party, I brought my pole in (brrt)
Pull up, TRX truck, that Scat Pack just ain't fast enough (skrrt)
50K at Boobytrap, Miami hoes is bad as fuck
Two hundred in the 'Rari, I was on the bridge, I just might pass him up
They need a nigga with a buss down, every time a nigga touch down
One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, all blues
Yeah, I be in the trap still
Real project baby, sending pounds back through a vacuum seal
All my hoes got Prada bags
4K for that purse, if you don't squirt, bring that Prada back
And I want him dead, but that lil shit won't bring my brother back
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I'm about it, uh-uh
Ask about me, uh-uh, homicidal, uh-uh
Still be beating that block up like I'm equal dollar, uh
Nigga rich like Roddy, uh, I'll crack a taco, shit
Told bro, "Do him wrong, huh, we know he a snake, yeah"
And he want him bad, he ride strikers all night, shit
Way he keep a strap, you would think lil' bro a dike, nigga
Catch him doing bad like Cousin Harold at that light, nigga
Yeah, we pull up in any whip (skrrt)
Yeah, we can fuck on any bitch
Turnt up like a motherfucker, looking like I hit a lick (yeah)
They said we can't bring shit in this party, I brought my pole in (brrt)
Pull up, TRX truck, that Scat Pack just ain't fast enough (skrrt)
50K at Boobytrap, Miami hoes is bad as fuck
Two hundred in the 'Rari, I was on the bridge, I just might pass him up
They need a nigga with a buss down, every time a nigga touch down
One hundred, two hundred, five hundred, all blues
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Writer(s): Paul Williams, Robert Coleman Thomas, Rodrick Wayne Moore Jr
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