F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
Force me to drill, but the ops had book, on APD they know I didn't buy it
Who you know out the A, I ain't talking about Atlanta boy you know I got standards
You know what I'm on might hold you for ransom
If I had a show, it probably got canceled
In murder she wrote, my sign ain't cancer
And watch who you quote, I might be the scammer
So much red around the scene, he thought it was sweet Kool-Aid jammer
If my partner roll with me, we five deep like we some amateurs
One bitch dressed like Princess Diana
Black G Nikes while I'm staring you down
Told lil kash go get me a blammer, if I walk in this club, I ain't gonna make it in town
Stay down, rundown, walk down
Wanna go missing might just up at the greyhound
Trespass, glock out, mayhem
They trying to run up on me they sending a blitz
I get active, I ain't talking about bricks
I still know a 40-year-old who hitting them licks
On my dad if this shit don't work, I'm back stuffing packs and making groceries list
On your set, that's a dead man walking on the gram he just be flodgin
Who that nigga talking bodies?
They know JRob, he be robbing
Hold on let's not talk about it
That's a dead man f*cking walking
Had to send shots to his body, we don't do drills in huaraches
F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
JRobGotMotion - Virus Lyrics
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F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
Force me to drill, but the ops had book, on APD they know I didn't buy it
Who you know out the A, I ain't talking about Atlanta boy you know I got standards
You know what I'm on might hold you for ransom
If I had a show, it probably got canceled
In murder she wrote, my sign ain't cancer
And watch who you quote, I might be the scammer
So much red around the scene, he thought it was sweet Kool-Aid jammer
If my partner roll with me, we five deep like we some amateurs
One bitch dressed like Princess Diana
Black G Nikes while I'm staring you down
Told lil kash go get me a blammer, if I walk in this club, I ain't gonna make it in town
Stay down, rundown, walk down
Wanna go missing might just up at the greyhound
Trespass, glock out, mayhem
They trying to run up on me they sending a blitz
I get active, I ain't talking about bricks
I still know a 40-year-old who hitting them licks
On my dad if this shit don't work, I'm back stuffing packs and making groceries list
On your set, that's a dead man walking on the gram he just be flodgin
Who that nigga talking bodies?
They know JRob, he be robbing
Hold on let's not talk about it
That's a dead man f*cking walking
Had to send shots to his body, we don't do drills in huaraches
F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
Force me to drill, but the ops had book, on APD they know I didn't buy it
Who you know out the A, I ain't talking about Atlanta boy you know I got standards
You know what I'm on might hold you for ransom
If I had a show, it probably got canceled
In murder she wrote, my sign ain't cancer
And watch who you quote, I might be the scammer
So much red around the scene, he thought it was sweet Kool-Aid jammer
If my partner roll with me, we five deep like we some amateurs
One bitch dressed like Princess Diana
Black G Nikes while I'm staring you down
Told lil kash go get me a blammer, if I walk in this club, I ain't gonna make it in town
Stay down, rundown, walk down
Wanna go missing might just up at the greyhound
Trespass, glock out, mayhem
They trying to run up on me they sending a blitz
I get active, I ain't talking about bricks
I still know a 40-year-old who hitting them licks
On my dad if this shit don't work, I'm back stuffing packs and making groceries list
On your set, that's a dead man walking on the gram he just be flodgin
Who that nigga talking bodies?
They know JRob, he be robbing
Hold on let's not talk about it
That's a dead man f*cking walking
Had to send shots to his body, we don't do drills in huaraches
F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
F*ck with me, I'm not one of them, I'm pretty sure my dogs gone bark
I was just bumping my music in Qpac car before he pushed the start
Tristan gone off the SRT
My brother my blood he KWB
In my pocket bout 500 dollars, it's leaving me ill this shit like a virus
Writer: Joshua Robertson
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