Robot Buggin Lyrics

Jea ya know what it is ya know what time it is man

Just let me know when to go I'm still in robot mode Baby

No parking, I just need a lot I just sold a dream to a Thot

Need that cream fresh off the crop Niggas want Smoke, ain't ready for that hotbox

It's a lot of niggas like her last, but not a lot of me

Hollow tips turn shit to Halloween I'm cool, but the Whip kinda mean

I could bring a half a moon out with this dark side of me

I'm addicted to the hustle, got laced by greed

I ain't with these kiddie, shit it's a Rothschild in me

In the Rolls-Royce Ghosts disappear on sight

These niggas ain't tough like they size

Let's get lost in these wins and stay lost

Y'all be going easy when you trip, it's time to goyard

I ain't mad at you niggas getting money

I'm laughing at the competition, it's kinda funny

The game done changed, all I had was a pad and my pain

Look at the board queen, it's fake niggas on your chest

The only time a nigga write for me better be a check

I was flipping through that money before that advance

See a opp in the spot, won't waste opportunity at hands

Every bar is down, I'm AC cool, I can't even kick it with my fans

Niggas can't fuck with your boy, heh

I ain't getting married, but it's tucked on your boy's way

I'm killing shit, I make the reaper give up

That shit was trash, mines, keep your deluxe

I ain't settling, I'd rather vomit ho

My niggas throwing it up like it's vomit though

Me and you got something in common, it's comical

I know I'm sick, this just ain't a common cold

Get money now, just to burn down Cypher

Said he had writer's block, he just ain't a real writer

I be bugging with the flow, I got em all wired

How y'all praising him, yall in the wrong choir

Niggas have a little hit and feel entitle

I'm in it for the long run, I'm built for this cycle

Don't come around here leaking with your pussy, I'ma pipe you

Told her keep that pussy locked down and I won't Write you