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
Fuck nigga
I'ma treat my pocket like tin
I'ma fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck '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 fuck niggas can't see me
Don't watch me lil' baby', watch tv
Fuck 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
Fuck 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