Solar Panel
Young Robz
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My brain saying red red rum
Leave em dead dead done
He think he sharper then a pencil, till that led in em
Catch me turnt up on the block
Haha
Catch me turnt up on the block I got them goonies up on post
I be speaking dirty talk them hoochies thinking that I'm gross
Ghetto kid make that blood drag and we ain't doing that brag and boast
My led been burning flesh and got more for who trying to roast
I run it back I run it back, won't see me running to no channel
I'm bringing that energy like a fucking solar panel
The block done got a gunna back they better go load they ammo
Making fun of this and fun of that ? ripping up your fuck boy flannel
They be barely outside that's why they hard to smoke
They claim we ain't shooters that's alright check the articles
You did me dirty first I did it back I ain't sorry hoe
I'm cursed trying to burn every phony into particles
Lit they whip with em in it, got it jumping like a car show
Head shot he ain't get it, but got tagged up in his torso
Even if you not a donor still can get your heart stoled
For death I've been prepping fully stepping never partial
Fall in line follow protocol
Member back on time I ain't even have a hoe to call
If I ain't seeing a dollar sign you'll see me getting bored of y'all
Swear you in the field better pray that they don't score on y'all
My goonie he a real goon took that pole and left em shitting in that bag
We them outdoor dogs them pussy's hidden in that pad
You active ? Well we fully active even in that slam
They be swearing on the gram, can somebody get they man's ?
Had it all going ball rolling but I fucked it off
My brother was driving bucking with me too like fuck it all
Don't be curious what we clutching on, it'll show you deaths door
Dumb hoe yeah I bust on jaws, the hood is what we step for
Got em overthinking my slang they don't understand
Came up as that underdog ain't have the upper hand
If I can't pull his hoe I bet you that my brother can
I was on a roll shooting shit up in that suckah land
Get the fuck up off the mic bout the funk you ain't got no opps
You ain't put in work and never will you ain't shot no shot
All they do is bbq and get drunk and just talk and talk
Catch me on the scene all I know is just to pop and pop
I hadda go through hell I come from out that zone
I was thugging in that jail niggas fucking on my hoes
Thugging in that prison cell really trucked a couple phones
Back up on my feet got this b curling up her toes
Catch me turnt up on the block I got them goonies up on post
I be speaking dirty talk them hoochies thinking that I'm gross
Ghetto kid make that blood drag and we ain't doing that brag and boast
My led been burning flesh and got more for who trying to roast
I run it back I run it back, won't see me running to no channel
I'm bringing that energy like a fucking solar panel
The block done got a gunna back they better go load they ammo
Making fun of this and fun of that ? ripping up your fuck boy flannel
They be barely outside that's why they hard to smoke
They claim we ain't shooters that's alright check the articles
You did me dirty first I did it back I ain't sorry hoe
I'm cursed trying to burn every phony into particles