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rob49 - add it up lyrics

[intro: g hero]
uh, uh, haha (ayy)
ayy

[verse 1: g herbo & rob49]
walked out, start the track up (woo)
half a mill’ just touched my account, get yo’ racks up
just bought a car, i need another one (another one), ’cause i smacked it up
hit the club and they loving us, this b_tch packed up
my lil’ b_tch think she a city girl, she in here actin’ up
iced out rolex, platinum, back up, we’ll clap sh_t up
shoot his face up, can’t get back up (fah)
fire his neck up, tear his back up (fah)
what the f_ck i’m hiding for?
glizzy when i’m riding
“herbo, what you got that mask for?”
foe ‘nem pull up loud, i was low key in that black truck
i’m getting high outside, shirt off, these hoes love ’em tatted up
thumbin’ through that bag, we don’t look at tags, add it up (phew)
uh, i ain’t chillin’ ’til i’m a hundred plus (uh)
coupe 2022, insides one of one (one)
we in bullet proofs too, but we’ll bail out and shoot too
i got too much sh_t i care about, go to jail about, i’ll bail out (huh)
if it’s hot, bring h_ll out
gave me top and i fell out
call me not trying to book me
know it’s hot, but i’ma sell out
wanna die? where about?
we gon’ slide, air it out (bah)
pull up real sl!ck (yeah)
pulling off, sped out (yeah)
[verse 2: rob49]
yeah, think ’cause i start rapping, i stop hustling sh_t (yeah)
i’m still in my trap house with my glock out like i run this b_tch (it’s like i run this sh_t)
i’ma beat that block up before i ever try to beat a b_tch (yeah)
i just did 300k this month, i just was in the trenches (i just was in the trenches)
yeah (yeah), i can’t move the same (i can’t move the same), i got a check now (yeah)
treat all of my side hoes like my watches, they get bust down (they all get bust down)
since she ain’t trying to f_ck me with her friend, get the f_ck out (yeah)
i put 50k inside my gang, in case a war come (yeah)
trappin’ and rappin’, my savage get active (know my savage get active)
i was just on house arrest, now i got my check up (now i got my check up)
keep telling bro to watch that car (gang), we gon’ blow together (we gon’ blow together)
yeah, i slime models hoes out, yeah, treat ’em like they nothing (treat ’em like they nothing)
gang (gang)

[verse 3: g herbo & rob49]
uh, i put up so many diamonds, gotta stare (gotta stare)
every time when i’m outside, my b_tch mad, but i don’t care
holler, i can’t even hear (yeah)
prada only thing i wear (the only thing i wear)
want me paying for that p_ssy, it’s expensive, but i pay it (yeah)
jumping out that car like soldiers, with that stick up, i’ma get him (yeah, gang)
if we ain’t do nothing bad together or break bread, i don’t trust you (yeah)
if she don’t got no fat ass and give out great head, i don’t touch her
f_ck him, face shot, ain’t no ducking
i’m one savage motherf_cker, ayy
start the track up (yeah)
put one twenty in this b_tch, i’m tryna blow the motor (blow the motor)
ain’t got no limit (yeah) like g herbo, still gon’ throw my fo’ up (still gon’ throw my fo’ up)
sell o’s like donuts, still be trappin’ in and out my ho house (still be trappin’ in and out my ho house), n_gga, yeah
bad b_tch super bougie, get what she what, she f_ckin’ a boss now, n_gga (yeah)
i don’t even wan’ talk, i’m breaded up, my motion giving too much pressure (yeah)
put him on a stretcher, tryna touch my necklace, ain’t no disrespecting (it ain’t no disrespecting)
i’m in track hawk, i’m in scat pack, my ho bunches up and sprinters (yeah)
[outro: rob49]
yeah, haha (keep that)
y’all see? i feel like birdman, 2000
feel like soulja slim in 1999 (1999)

- rob49 lyrics

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