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rob49 - add it up lyrics

[intro: g hero]
uh, uh, haha (ayy)
ayy

[verse 1: g herbo & rob49]
walked out, start the track up (woo)
half a mill’ just touched my account, get yo’ racks up
just bought a car, i need another one (another one), ’cause i smacked it up
hit the club and they loving us, this b+tch packed up
my lil’ b+tch think she a city girl, she in here actin’ up
iced out rolex, platinum, back up, we’ll clap sh+t up
shoot his face up, can’t get back up (fah)
fire his neck up, tear his back up (fah)
what the f+ck i’m hiding for?
glizzy when i’m riding
“herbo, what you got that mask for?”
foe ‘nem pull up loud, i was low key in that black truck
i’m getting high outside, shirt off, these hoes love ’em tatted up
thumbin’ through that bag, we don’t look at tags, add it up (phew)
uh, i ain’t chillin’ ’til i’m a hundred plus (uh)
coupe 2022, insides one of one (one)
we in bullet proofs too, but we’ll bail out and shoot too
i got too much sh+t i care about, go to jail about, i’ll bail out (huh)
if it’s hot, bring h+ll out
gave me top and i fell out
call me not trying to book me
know it’s hot, but i’ma sell out
wanna die? where about?
we gon’ slide, air it out (bah)
pull up real sl!ck (yeah)
pulling off, sped out (yeah)
[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, think ’cause i start rapping, i stop hustling sh+t (yeah)
i’m still in my trap house with my glock out like i run this b+tch (it’s like i run this sh+t)
i’ma beat that block up before i ever try to beat a b+tch (yeah)
i just did 300k this month, i just was in the trenches (i just was in the trenches)
yeah (yeah), i can’t move the same (i can’t move the same), i got a check now (yeah)
treat all of my side hoes like my watches, they get bust down (they all get bust down)
since she ain’t trying to f+ck me with her friend, get the f+ck out (yeah)
i put 50k inside my gang, in case a war come (yeah)
trappin’ and rappin’, my savage get active (know my savage get active)
i was just on house arrest, now i got my check up (now i got my check up)
keep telling bro to watch that car (gang), we gon’ blow together (we gon’ blow together)
yeah, i slime models hoes out, yeah, treat ’em like they nothing (treat ’em like they nothing)
gang (gang)

[verse 3: g herbo & rob49]
uh, i put up so many diamonds, gotta stare (gotta stare)
every time when i’m outside, my b+tch mad, but i don’t care
holler, i can’t even hear (yeah)
prada only thing i wear (the only thing i wear)
want me paying for that p+ssy, it’s expensive, but i pay it (yeah)
jumping out that car like soldiers, with that stick up, i’ma get him (yeah, gang)
if we ain’t do nothing bad together or break bread, i don’t trust you (yeah)
if she don’t got no fat ass and give out great head, i don’t touch her
f+ck him, face shot, ain’t no ducking
i’m one savage motherf+cker, ayy
start the track up (yeah)
put one twenty in this b+tch, i’m tryna blow the motor (blow the motor)
ain’t got no limit (yeah) like g herbo, still gon’ throw my fo’ up (still gon’ throw my fo’ up)
sell o’s like donuts, still be trappin’ in and out my ho house (still be trappin’ in and out my ho house), n+gga, yeah
bad b+tch super bougie, get what she what, she f+ckin’ a boss now, n+gga (yeah)
i don’t even wan’ talk, i’m breaded up, my motion giving too much pressure (yeah)
put him on a stretcher, tryna touch my necklace, ain’t no disrespecting (it ain’t no disrespecting)
i’m in track hawk, i’m in scat pack, my ho bunches up and sprinters (yeah)
[outro: rob49]
yeah, haha (keep that)
y’all see? i feel like birdman, 2000
feel like soulja slim in 1999 (1999)

- rob49 lyrics

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