Robert Horry

Keep it real with me,
What you wanna do?
I know she wanna fuck
I'm trynna fuck her too,
I been pouring red
I been poppin blues,
I just spinned a nigga
Ran up on his fucking shoes,
Aye,
I'm on that molly moonwalking,
Hit my management cause I dont do talking,
I cant even hit the mall I'm too poppin,
Sippin' muddy nigga I dont do coffee,
Nigga play with me I make the news off him,
Niggas crazy boy we do this too often,
Aye, aye,
I pop the ceiling then I pour eight,
I aint with communicate then imma catch a case,
I'm going on it, bend it like a rockstar,
We gon' throw this bitch and sport in by a cop car,
This designer denim not no Rockstar,
I'm a real nigga not no pastor,
Niggas fakin' boy they sweeter than some Pop Tart's,
But thats another story,
I been ballin out in Texas like I'm Robert Horry,
Niggas say they want the beef with me they cant afford it,
You niggas lame I cant even lie,
Your bitch got trained I cant even lie,
Shit gets crazy niggas pickin' sides,
I got hella bitches baby get in line,
Pop another perky I ain't feeling mine,
I just dropped it put the Wocky in some lemon lime,
Aye,
Bitch I'm really on that,
New money I'll never post a throwback,
I get the racks in,
Nigga say they real but these niggas actin,
I used to fuck your bitch past tense back then,
I can't leave without it you can't catch me lackin,
My money long,
Your money short,
It gets cold so I gotta keep a torch,
Your baby mama say she's taking you to court,
I was fuckin on that bitch until she squirt,
Why you talkin like you 'bout it you aint with that fasho,
If we plotting on yo shit we finna get that fasho,
You got fiftys in yo bag we finna get that fashos,
If this deal don't work I'm finna get back to dope,
Im with the foreign like it's stolen nigga,
Through these Cartiers see this hoeing niggas,
This F&N gon' put a hole in niggas,
Who is them cause I don't know them niggas,
(Aye,Bitch, Bitch,? ...)