Video Yes You Did Ft Real Boston Richey de Rob49 2024 Rap Lyrics

Rob49 - Yes You Did Ft Real Boston Richey Lyrics

"Yes, You Did" lyrics Rob49 & Real Boston Richey Lyrics "Yes, You Did"

I'm so sick of niggas
Pull up S550, spinnin' my hoe, my whip my kissin'
Raised round drug dealers
Raised round real killers
Could have been a victim
I ain't say that, yes you did
I'm so G my duffy, in my bag, in my Prada
4k for this coat, I'm a goat, repping that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch I'm soaked, overflow
He want do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folks nigga

Niggas want to see my dog fall
When you get some money, number one rule, put yo mans on
Bubba for 800 I got it for the low, feel like I scammed something
A hundred pounds a day I got my cake up off a cellphone
Still hustlin' till my dick cum
Dog nigga, who known for dropping hoes when I meet badder bitches
Starvin' just like Marvin when you niggas was eating Sunday dinner
Love a bitch who treat me like a god, never tell my business
Sent drugs to her house, she tells me stay every time I come and get 'em
Lord, yeah paid in full like Ace 'n 'em, balling like I'm Shaq twin
Trapping, rapping, same time packing in my backend
Stepping on they neck, I just ran up a check
House arrest six months, but I bounce back, just thank the lord I rap

I'm so sick of niggas
Pull up S550, spinnin' my hoe, my whip my kissin'
Raised round drug dealers
Raised round real killers
Could have been a victim
I ain't say that, yes you did
I'm so G my duffy, in my bag, in my Prada
4k for this coat, I'm a goat, repping that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch I'm soaked, overflow
He want do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folks nigga

Like nigga my bitches and my glizzys get makeovers, new BBLs
They say you catch a body, you in a chance of going to Hell
I'm already flamed up, I don't think I too much care
Under investigation, they say I'm popping fraudulent checks at Wells
But them crackers tripping, they know I'm out here trapping and sailing bails
Know my phone jumping you know I ain't gotta run to every sale
I got my hood jumping, you know I ain't do this shit all by myself
If she good at fucking you know I'm buy her bunners of the air
I'm blowing that shit I don't care
I'm talking about buying some ass, I'm talking about letting off them shells
I fucked her turned around and fucked the gan, no it ain't fair
I don't care about no rap shit I'm still out here serving squares

I'm so sick of niggas
Pull up S550, spinnin' my hoe, my whip my kissin'
Raised round drug dealers
Raised round real killers
Could have been a victim
I ain't say that, yes you did
I'm so G my duffy, in my bag, in my Prada
4k for this coat, I'm a goat, repping that project rap
Dripped up to the floor, bitch I'm soaked, overflow
He want do whatever I do, this nigga my son, that's on folks nigga