neighborhood watch - trb roddy lyrics
[intro]
run that up, rico
[chorus * trb roddy]
screamin’ “f*ck cops” and “f*ck neighborhood watch”
we pull up on his block, somebody getting shot
that boy thought i was lacking, my hand on my glock
that boy switching the subject, i stick to the plot
we gon’ cook him like stew, we put him in the pot
p*ssy boy, we shoot first, we don’t run from the opps
since a youngin’, i knew not to trust no thot
p*ssy boy keep on hating his b*tch gave me top
[verse 1 * trb roddy]
little b*tch i’m from ’07, my big sister, she from ’03
treat my glock like a basketball, b*tch, you know i shoot like kobe
n*ggas talking sh*t about me, but you know that they don’t know me
my lil b*tch, she asian like pokimane
n*gga you better not talk no sh*t about my name
i just want the money, b*tch, i don’t want the fame
(i don’t, i don’t), i don’t want the famе
when this album drop, i’m going in the hall of fame
(in thе hall of fame?, d*mn, in the hall of fame?)
yeah, little b*tch, we some beasts, and we can’t be tamed
[chorus * trb roddy]
screamin’ “f*ck cops” and “f*ck neighborhood watch”
we pull up on his block, somebody getting shot
that boy thought i was lacking, my hand on my glock
that boy switching the subject, i stick to the plot
we gon’ cook him like stew, we put him in the pot
p*ssy boy, we shoot first, we don’t run from the opps
since a youngin’, i knew not to trust no thot
p*ssy boy keep on hating his b*tch gave me top
[verse 2 * trb roddy]
he got hit with the lightning, but it sounds like some thunder
i don’t do this for myself, b*tch, i do this for my mother
he talking sh*t about me, he going 6 feet under
never trust a f*cking thot, so i pull up with another
she a bae for the day, so you know i had to dub her
n*ggas talk sit on my name, tryna get me in trouble
word to my older cousin, “if that b*tch is a thot, you know that i will cuff her”
i play with blades, i pull up with that cutter
just tryna make it out the hood, man, shout to my brother
that boy wants beef, so we slide on him like some b*tter
i’m with the gang, we stick together, forever, no other
[verse 3 * trb roddy]
he tried to play with trb like nintendo
so now we got the sticks up at his window
yeah, but that lil n*gga soft like a pillow
(yeah, hold up, soft like a pillow)
run through his spot, glocks with extendos
(yuh, with extendos, yuh)
yeah, my n*ggas kicking down 10 doors
10 doors, stand strong, 10 fold, b*tch!
[chorus * trb roddy]
screamin’ “f*ck cops” and “f*ck neighborhood watch”
we pull up on his block, somebody getting shot
that boy thought i was lacking, my hand on my glock
that boy switching the subject, i stick to the plot
we gon’ cook him like stew, we put him in the pot
p*ssy boy, we shoot first, we don’t run from the opps
since a youngin’, i knew not to trust no thot
p*ssy boy keep on hating his b*tch gave me top
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