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rob49 - jetwifi lyrics

[intro: birdman & rob49]
f+ck them p+ssy+ass n+ggas, nephew, lay ’em down (blatt)
f+ck ’em, better them than us, you heard me, 5?
we on that type of time
bulletproof when we ridin’ ’round, movin’ ’round, n+gga (woo, yeah)
big sticks
i been gettin’ the racks off features, n+gga (yeah)

[verse 1: rob49]
on a jet, this b+tch got wifi (yeah), send a hit through facetime
big ol’ stick look like a guitar (yeah), n+ggas know we rock out (brrt)
vvs, my grill cost a check (skrrt), n+gga, f+ck a cookout (yeah)
catch him on that bike like lil’ pappy (on my son), we got n+ggas shook, huh (yeah)
big ol’ pimpin’, doin’ one fifty in this trackhawk truck (yeah, in this trackhawk truck)
tryna keep up with vm, got n+ggas f+ckin’ they paper up, for real (n+ggas f+ckin’ they papеr up)
shout out ytb, you know that get+back sh+t a must, n+gga (yeah)
bulletproof escaladе, this bullsh+t cost a rolls truck, woo (yeah)
in the trap house, day and night, kid cudi, hoo (yeah)
hide your credit cards ’cause he a scammer, oh lord (yeah)
when pimp was me on callin’ me on facetime to show forty (yeah)
we had nilly in the trap, goin’ back and forth for four months, n+gga (yeah)
say you more piped up than me, then p+ssy, show somethin’, n+gga (yeah)
i was tryna find a house to cut the dope up, n+gga (house to cut the f+ckin’ dope in)
me and my main ho famous, n+gga, pipe your b+tch up, n+gga (yeah)
hidin’ the drugs inside the house, she don’t even know what her son sellin’ (yeah)
testify (yeah), these n+ggas rappin’ and testifyin’, guess i’m a different kind (gang)
i ain’t nothin’ like them other guys, i’d k!ll him if he mine (yeah)
but sh+t, i know this n+gga ain’t mine and i know what i saw (i know what i saw)
and i’m out here actin’ like i was blind, i ain’t need no key to start (yeah)
i’m in a rental with switches and glizzys and k!llers (yeah)
i’m in the trenches, first n+gga play with me, put somethin’ in that river, woo
in a maybach like rick ross, this ain’t maybach music, n+gga (woo)
net up 500k this month, n+ggas think i’m lyin’, they stupid, woo (gang)
[bridge: birdman & rob49]
yeah, b+tch, and i’m fresh out the trenches, n+gga, on a g5 (we on that type of time)
you understand?
n+gga know it’s f+ckin’ vulture mob, could do or die, n+gga
if a n+gga play, nail them to the f+ckin’ cross, n+gga (yeah, yeah)
bleed a n+gga buried by the f+ckin’ 11, n+gga, you understand
i’ma die about this vmb, you understand (f+ck this n+gga), it’s in my f+ckin’ blood, n+gga (blood, n+gga)
you n+ggas ain’t gettin’ no f+ckin’ money like us, n+gga, you understand (gang, yeah)
the biggest in this sh+t (sh+t, sh+t, woo)

[verse 2: rob49]
i’m on adderall, mm+hmm (alright)
pressure bust some pipes, i’m out here, payment on my heart, mm+hmm (gang)
200k in a day, big 49, trap god, mm+hmm (yeah)
i know young n+ggas who litter than this right back in the fort (yeah)
them n+ggas thought we lost it, woo (woo)

[outro: birdman]
all them n+ggas that’s gone and been forgot about, we ain’t never forget about ’em
we on that type of time
f+ck who don’t like it, we on that type of sh+t
f+ck who ain’t with us, we on that type of sh+t
we f+ckin’ over everything that ain’t with us
yeah, for a fact, mm+hmm

- rob49 lyrics

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