Woedy Rob49 & Birdman

[Intro: Birdman]
Ayy, yeah, I'm good rocking like this shit up
Mm-hmm, got no problem, pussy-ass nigga, mm-mm
Ayy, yeah, you understand me?
This ain't no OTT type shit, nigga, let's get it poppin', nigga

[Chorus: Rob49]
Yeah, I'm slidin' expensive, I'm fuckin' two new groupie bitches
I'm blendin' 'em in (I'm fuckin' two new groupie bitches, yeah)
Shit, my trappin' terrific, I don't care what I do
I'll fly a bitch out to Miami (I'll fly a bitch out to Miami)
"49, why you be flexin' so much, got more chains on than your ancestors?" (Got more chains on than your ancestors)
I done took a thousand losses, no cap
I ain't trippin', I wanna see my mans win (I ain't trippin', I wanna see my mans win)

[Post-Chorus: Rob49]
Oh, you got all the money? I know
You fuckin' all the hoes, uh-huh
Heard you be sellin' dope, uh-uh
I be sellin' pounds, not rounds (Yеah)
Oh, that's bub? This is 'za (Shit)
He want smoke, put him in a blunt (Yeah)
Hе got good smoke in his lungs (Yeah)
Hunnid round drum on the gun (Brrt)

[Verse 1: Rob49]
Niggas mad 'cause I'm richer than 'em (Yeah)
Like a ref', bro too official
Beat the block like Mannie Fresher
Beat the case like Johnnie Cochran
I was low-key tryna minimize it
Rico Story like Speaker Knockerz (Brrt-brrt)
Drive the whip like Ricky Bobby (Grrt-grrt)
Keep it solid, don't tell nobody (Uh-uh)