Bobbo Beats - 15 Rounds lyrics

[Verse 1: RedHaze] Dick make her happy like a holiday Got shooters wit me like a gun range Gotta foreign b**h she from Spain And I'll salute the hoe like a f**ing praise Young RedHaze I'm still the same I'm making money, don't expect a change This rap sh** ain't a game, til' you realize ya dress the same I'm blessed the same Girl drive me insane You dead a drug like novacane She came fast like fast food My sh** last, she said it last good No sneak dissin' in my hood We would clap, even if you would Ain't holding back but you know you could You know how we do in the woods Lil homie on thin ice Won't respect a thot unless she the wife I don't front man, this my life So when ya peep the swag, then don't bite We shoot the fair ones But then you gettin' slumped Talk crazy to the team You gettin' jumped We move sh**, from corner to corner You come to my block It's like you crossin' the border Soon I'll be talked about in forums Bout how im driving em' foreigns And coppin' em' Porsches Young n***as trappin' We goin' the distance Makin' this money Got these old hittas' trippin' Smokin' that pack Yep, we on a trip Hit up the connect Cocaine on the ship Ima give you bad luck Cause you bouta' get cracked Young self made, know I stay strapped Make that gap, no procrastinate Off the shop, sorry for the wait Work to heavy, sorry for the weight Talk that neck Man there's no escape If you think we lackin' n***a we just strappin' Ain't never acting Them thots dramatic Them thots dramatic I stay in true, don't get it twisted I rock f**ing bape Ain't never late I got preme too I ain't a mean dude, just stay true Don't want war cause you gon' f**ing lose Ain't got sh** to do My young hittas trappin' ain't never lose Broke thot, f** you tryna say f**ed a fire b**h but I ain't tryna stay Money coming no time to waste Young REDHAZE up in the place Off the earth like in f**in space Got the nina aiming to ya face Bum n***a wanna try me Heard you claiming you got me My n***as bouta go on a spree Herb n***a, ain't gettin' me My n***as clappin They shoot for free Never lackin' We makin' bands Off the sh**s, I love my fam All them hoes on the gram All these hoes on the gram b**hes think they famous man We just weighing grams I'm just turnt up with my squad man Young fly hittas doing sins by the church Thots getting bodies but don't know they worth I pa** it to my mans On the block with the work Lil that, just offered 20 for the perk Queens outchea' my hittas be mobbing Clip long like my dick Drop a n***a if he wallen Just dropped 6 bands on the Motha f**in wallet Rip Chinx Drugz Free my n***as from the island