Lil' Rob

Lil' Rob - Get Back

rate me

"Don't mess with mine"



"Get back"

Ark, IzReal, Psalmz

Lil' Rob, it's a problem

Twelve Eighteen, Part Two

Yo, Fingazz, you a monster

Don't even understand how we chillin'

"Get back"

"Get back"

Yo, Lil' Rob

Yo, set this shit

"Don't mess with mine" (Talk to 'em)

"Get back" (Come on)

"Get back"

See, I might take my placaso, I might get boracho

And start pedo, throw chingasos with any vato

You don't too much with meat on your plato

Don't bite off, more than you chew, and get done, no gatcho

Trucha, don't wanna get hit with the fusca

I'm on some crazy shit that makes me act like I used to

To start a fire, all it takes is a spark

Ese Lil' Rob, cabrones, lightin' up your whole park

I'm drivin' real slow

Sittin' real low

Rollin' in the 5-3


Bulletholes in the door

From the week before

When they were shootin' at me


Hey, fuck 'em, homie, I just happened to rhyme

But I still, can put a bullet on your mind with a nine

I still remember, had to pull them crimes

You do it quick, and leave nothing, be kind, so

"Don't mess with mine"

"Don't mess with mine"

"Don't mess with mine"

"Get back"

You must got ya head in a fish bowl, a pistol's

Light zip codes, like Sig folds the schizo

Schools like movin' disco, so get dough

Out the bed, into the wishbone, the list goes

On, live tu vida horrible

Te dije

Far from your Lucha Libre

Me crie

Raised in the state of maniaticos

How you wanna fight when your heart is a plastico

Blat, blat, blat

Don't mess with mine, you testin' time

Don't make me flash back, make me press rewind

Take me back to the time, I would get the nine

And set the record straight

Homie, let's debate

Let our aim be the test of faith, lo que decide

Let the bullets put you in place, pa' que no olvide (Don't be so jealous)

No es sea jelosa y enviosa

Es siempre la mujeres que se ponle con cosa

Lil' Rob, we got them shookin' up

When they heard we were hookin' up

They wanna know what we cookin' up

Working on our fuego


No miedo

Cause them Brooklyn boys soy ghetto

Won't settle for

Less than the best, though

Respect us, don't talk

Check us to a chess code

Yo now

We got Fingazz on the track, good lookin'

So we bringin' you a plaque

While my niggas, we gon' bring this on the map

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