FREE BOBBY 2

Bobby carries glocks and he don't talk to cops Run up on him then you best believe you're gettin fuckin shot In the 90210 I say that shit like i'm the Scott When they let him out the slamma then the streets be gettin hot Got some Berry Sosa in my cup and I don't wanna stop Make a milly inna day so now i'm chillin on a yacht Got a sniper on the roof so don't you pull up on dis block Everyday we wait for Bobby got us staring at the clock When I pull out all this cash then the baddies start to flock Got 100 bands up on ya dome consider it a stock Sayin thank you for the lambo when you leave the door unlocked And i'm never finna stop until the second I get blocked ya Bobby carries glocks and he don't talk to cops Run up on him then you best believe your gettin fuckin shot In the 90210 I say that shit like i'm the Scott When they let him out the slamma then the streets be gettin hot Sell my boy a phony then you're callin him your homie Cop myself a fuckin Rarri so i'm never feeling lonely See these diamonds fuckin flashin when i'm lookin at my Rolly And i'm sippin on dis faygo I ain't talkin lil mosey Gotta a bag im finna make so I ain't never feelin cozy And my bitches over 20 so we gotta keep it lowkey All these lil fuckin phonies keep on acting like they know me When I leave da fuckin room dat shit is always stayin smokey Got a bad bitch tryna blow and her titty pics are soapy Say you wanna live this life then lil girl you gotta show me Giving racks out to the boys never tell them that they owe me ya Bobby carries glocks and he don't talk to cops Run up on him then you best believe your gettin fuckin shot In the 90210 I say dat shit like i'm the Scott When they let him out da slamma then the streets be gettin hot Lookin at my chains boy you never will afford them Doing donuts in your driveway got you like oh damn Better watch your back boy Bobby says to rob him Easy ass lick lil bitch we was jogging Bobby carries glocks and he don't talk to cops Run up on him then u best believe your gettin fuckin shot In the 90210 I say dat shit like i'm the Scott When they let him out the slamma then the streets be gettin hot The money we protect so we countin up a check Then we movin on to better shit and going to the next And I couldn't give a f*ck so now I don't respond to texts Then I cut off all the clowns and it was probably for the best And I know I fuckin made it when it features Mr. West I ain't ever fuckin stressin so i'm guessin that i'm blessed Got the retros on my feet i'm boutta pass dis fuckin test And I still be on the grind ain't got no time for fuckin rest Heard you say ya made it but you still be making less So I got your girlfriend in da back and she be sayin yes Put some Gucci on her feet and now she takin off her dress Get dis broke boy out my face cuz he got way too many debts ya Bobby carries glocks and he don't talk to cops Run up on him then you best believe your gettin fuckin shot In the 90210 I say that shit like i'm the Scott When they let him out the slamma then the streets be gettin hot If you f*ck wit Bobby guarantee you'll kick the bucket Keep on reading off a script you're just a stupid fuckin puppet Say your comin for my boys but bitch you own a fuckin musket Build a wall around my crib cause no one else is to be trusted Bobby carries glocks and he don't talk to cops Run up on him then you best believe your gettin fuckin shot In the 90210 I say that shit like i'm the Scott When they let him out the slamma then the streets be gettin hot Pull up do a show and now i'm leaving wit a dime piece All my diamonds shiny so you don't gotta remind me Fleeing from the scene boy I promise they won't find me Put the fat f*ck inna cage now he wants a brownie