Aye, man, y'all know the deal
I don't think y'all ready for this one
VVS's drippin'
Diamonds they be glistenin'
Sprite and codeine, I be mixin' it
Her clit, I be flickin' it
VVS's, yeah, that's mah style
I been goin' through so many trials
I think I just need some time off
I've known how to rhyme since I was five, dawg
And I'mma motherf*ckin' crime boss
Hop in the lambo and ride off
Whippin' them pies, dawg
I tell no lie, dawg
Hit yo bitch from the back then I slide off
Put her in a trance, she is so high, dawg
Yeah, I'm so fly
I might go and do a drive by
Wit this Mac 11 I'mma make you fly high
Up to the sky
Up to heaven, yeah
Do not f*ck wit my bredren, ahh
We tote them deadly weapons
Yeah, them AK-47s
Knock knock on yo front door
You don't know
Whatcha in for
That look on your face like, oh no
I turn to my left like, bro bro
Here come the, po po
I get locked up, I'm beatin' the case though
I give a fake name and go
Shoot you in the face, now you an angel
Yeah, you got a halo
Case closed
I chase the bag and I'm neva late bro
I be grindin' for the pesos
Ayo
You cannot snatch my chain bro
Yo bitch think she got cake 'till she see my main ho
She rockin' the Robbyice logo
She do whateva I say so
There he go
He runnin' up a check like Migos
I flip a brick like legos
And I do not f*ck wit the fake bros
I got this ice in my veins, bro
Robbyice - Rhymin' Since Five Freestyle Lyrics
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Aye, man, y'all know the deal
I don't think y'all ready for this one
VVS's drippin'
Diamonds they be glistenin'
Sprite and codeine, I be mixin' it
Her clit, I be flickin' it
VVS's, yeah, that's mah style
I been goin' through so many trials
I think I just need some time off
I've known how to rhyme since I was five, dawg
And I'mma motherf*ckin' crime boss
Hop in the lambo and ride off
Whippin' them pies, dawg
I tell no lie, dawg
Hit yo bitch from the back then I slide off
Put her in a trance, she is so high, dawg
Yeah, I'm so fly
I might go and do a drive by
Wit this Mac 11 I'mma make you fly high
Up to the sky
Up to heaven, yeah
Do not f*ck wit my bredren, ahh
We tote them deadly weapons
Yeah, them AK-47s
Knock knock on yo front door
You don't know
Whatcha in for
That look on your face like, oh no
I turn to my left like, bro bro
Here come the, po po
I get locked up, I'm beatin' the case though
I give a fake name and go
Shoot you in the face, now you an angel
Yeah, you got a halo
Case closed
I chase the bag and I'm neva late bro
I be grindin' for the pesos
Ayo
You cannot snatch my chain bro
Yo bitch think she got cake 'till she see my main ho
She rockin' the Robbyice logo
She do whateva I say so
There he go
He runnin' up a check like Migos
I flip a brick like legos
And I do not f*ck wit the fake bros
I got this ice in my veins, bro
I don't think y'all ready for this one
VVS's drippin'
Diamonds they be glistenin'
Sprite and codeine, I be mixin' it
Her clit, I be flickin' it
VVS's, yeah, that's mah style
I been goin' through so many trials
I think I just need some time off
I've known how to rhyme since I was five, dawg
And I'mma motherf*ckin' crime boss
Hop in the lambo and ride off
Whippin' them pies, dawg
I tell no lie, dawg
Hit yo bitch from the back then I slide off
Put her in a trance, she is so high, dawg
Yeah, I'm so fly
I might go and do a drive by
Wit this Mac 11 I'mma make you fly high
Up to the sky
Up to heaven, yeah
Do not f*ck wit my bredren, ahh
We tote them deadly weapons
Yeah, them AK-47s
Knock knock on yo front door
You don't know
Whatcha in for
That look on your face like, oh no
I turn to my left like, bro bro
Here come the, po po
I get locked up, I'm beatin' the case though
I give a fake name and go
Shoot you in the face, now you an angel
Yeah, you got a halo
Case closed
I chase the bag and I'm neva late bro
I be grindin' for the pesos
Ayo
You cannot snatch my chain bro
Yo bitch think she got cake 'till she see my main ho
She rockin' the Robbyice logo
She do whateva I say so
There he go
He runnin' up a check like Migos
I flip a brick like legos
And I do not f*ck wit the fake bros
I got this ice in my veins, bro
Writer: Robert Kimelman
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