Shoreline Mafia - Crash Dummy Lyrics

Ayy Rob, I think the feds is listening

Ayy, ooh
Nigga, I'm so fly I flew
Hold on, lemme turn it up
If you don't know me time to meet me one on one
Ayy, my name is Rob they kinda call me Rob because I rob
I treat my family like the mob and I ain't never had a job
I swear to God
If one of these pussy niggas run up wrong
I be the reason why your homie R.I.P. you in a song
F*ck nigga
I'ma treat my pocket like tin
I'ma f*ck this money up and run it right up again
Ion 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
Yeah, I'm wanted with the gang we all greasy
F*ck a baby gun nigga, all my chops beef
I'ma take some nigga, all my opps peace
Test 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 2 step
Hood hopping nigga, every week you got a new set
If we ain't getting money then it's f*ck 'em
They say lil' Rob he going nuts, bitch suck 'em
Niggas said it's up, so we gang slide bust 'em
I ain't switching up bitch it's Bayline or nothin'
These f*ck niggas can't see me
Don't watch me lil' baby', watch tv
F*ck 12 nigga, free 03
On the run right now, I gotta be lowkey
Stole my killa out he prolly on speed
Hit the floor, it prolly make your nose bleed
I'll chop a nigga up like gross beef, ayy
I'll chop a nigga up gross beef

Ayy, ayy, Glock .45 make the job easy
Yeah, I'm wanted with the gang we all greasy
F*ck a baby gun nigga, all my chops beef
I'ma take some nigga, all my opps peace
Test 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

Ayy, ayy
Ayy, Rob, I think the feds is listening