Rob49 - Alright lyrics
Rob49 [Robert Coleman Thomas] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S 🇺🇸
[Rob49 - Alright lyrics]
I always knew I was gonna cheat
And make my girl leave
I'm tryna boss up my whole life
But I still sell weed
In the back of the Rolls
Royce truck I'm still clutching
I know it's bulletproof, but I ain't going
Presidential Rolex, icebox iced out
I be on some pimp shit
Kick a nigga lights out
Mouth shut
He in the car rumbling but he ain't said nun
I been in the house a month straight
I heard the feds coming
Many men wish death upon me
And I don't know why, but imma handle it
I started rapping
Moved my momma out the trenches
I'm dressed in Gucci head to
Toe like I'm a mannequin
Imma dawg nigga
And imma trap nigga
And imma rap nigga where the sack be
I'm tryna grind and put New
Orleans on the map
Nigga
Tryna win and put my brodie on a sack
I'm the realest nigga
They gonna tell you bout me
Foe got a bag
He treat a model bitch like anybody
I'm on my crime and I'm wild
Cause I'm a ghetto child
She got a job, her pussy good
I'm bout bust her down
Alright
Trapper of the year alright
Savage of the year alright
Money making Mitch alright
Big tycoon alright
Ace boom corner alright
Savage in my blood alright
Trapping in the school
Crazy
Niggas crazy as the fuck
I'm too wavy
I'm tryna nail him to the ground
I catch him playing
I sit with rich niggas, ion play with fakers
You niggas faking
I'm the one who turnt up my whole city
I could take a nigga out the trap and
Show him how to touch a milly
Got hustlers who still be in the kitchen
I'm tryna change they life but they want
Faster put they money on they bitches
I make gettin money music not no trill music
Imma dawg my hoes still love me
And she gon' deal with it
To tell the truth that's why I feel for her
Cause imma
Cause imma
Cause imma fucking trapper never coming
In the house at
Night
I know niggas mad I'm selling
Zaza with a bubba price
I'm in demon mode, I'm right back
Fucking groupie hoes, I'm right back
Standing by that store like I ain't
Got nowhere to go, I'm right back
Putting niggas bitches on they knees
I'm getting to that cheddar to that cheese
Alright
Trapper of the year alright
Savage of the year alright
Money making Mitch alright
Big tycoon alright
Ace boom corner alright
Savage in my blood alright
Trapping in the school
Crazy
Niggas crazy as the fuck
I'm too wavy
I'm tryna nail him to the ground
I catch him playing
I sit with rich niggas, ion play with fakers
You niggas faking
And make my girl leave
I'm tryna boss up my whole life
But I still sell weed
In the back of the Rolls
Royce truck I'm still clutching
I know it's bulletproof, but I ain't going
Presidential Rolex, icebox iced out
I be on some pimp shit
Kick a nigga lights out
Mouth shut
He in the car rumbling but he ain't said nun
I been in the house a month straight
I heard the feds coming
Many men wish death upon me
And I don't know why, but imma handle it
I started rapping
Moved my momma out the trenches
I'm dressed in Gucci head to
Toe like I'm a mannequin
Imma dawg nigga
And imma trap nigga
And imma rap nigga where the sack be
I'm tryna grind and put New
Orleans on the map
Nigga
Tryna win and put my brodie on a sack
I'm the realest nigga
They gonna tell you bout me
Foe got a bag
He treat a model bitch like anybody
I'm on my crime and I'm wild
Cause I'm a ghetto child
She got a job, her pussy good
I'm bout bust her down
Alright
Trapper of the year alright
Savage of the year alright
Money making Mitch alright
Big tycoon alright
Ace boom corner alright
Savage in my blood alright
Trapping in the school
Crazy
Niggas crazy as the fuck
I'm too wavy
I'm tryna nail him to the ground
I catch him playing
I sit with rich niggas, ion play with fakers
You niggas faking
I'm the one who turnt up my whole city
I could take a nigga out the trap and
Show him how to touch a milly
Got hustlers who still be in the kitchen
I'm tryna change they life but they want
Faster put they money on they bitches
I make gettin money music not no trill music
Imma dawg my hoes still love me
And she gon' deal with it
To tell the truth that's why I feel for her
Cause imma
Cause imma
Cause imma fucking trapper never coming
In the house at
Night
I know niggas mad I'm selling
Zaza with a bubba price
I'm in demon mode, I'm right back
Fucking groupie hoes, I'm right back
Standing by that store like I ain't
Got nowhere to go, I'm right back
Putting niggas bitches on they knees
I'm getting to that cheddar to that cheese
Alright
Trapper of the year alright
Savage of the year alright
Money making Mitch alright
Big tycoon alright
Ace boom corner alright
Savage in my blood alright
Trapping in the school
Crazy
Niggas crazy as the fuck
I'm too wavy
I'm tryna nail him to the ground
I catch him playing
I sit with rich niggas, ion play with fakers
You niggas faking