Robby Nino lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Hook]
Like yeah [x5]
Cry different tiers, I meet here
None of all you n*ggas, compare [x2]

[Verse]
Components, my clones are my ache
Zone, zone, I'm in zone, like Kanye, ooh
I flush out ya wave like a Kamehameha, I body
Any n*gga that want to get in it, and when I make
It apparent, like Brandie, Santiago, live up won the lotto
Jaguar fur, on my body, just me and my shawty
I'm the bomb like kamikaze
b*tch you should know this is Robby
She suck my di*k, in the lobby
This is when a n*gga want to run the milage
There's a thing called actual rap, and sh*t
Called "tang", I'm hotter mild, so the hotter I spit
I don't need assists, I just know I came up with my gang
This is the dang slang, these pop rap n*ggas cannot sing
I'm on lanes, like when Tory bit, my n*ggas VI flow
On a song, that sh*t insane, like I am ready to go b*tch!
These n*ggas food, I don't taste em
Even if my eyes squinted, I can see slick
Or my eyes closed, like it's vacant, all these rappers
Talking bout they water, got a n*gga feeling sea sick
I beat the beat up, that the bass got scared
And it sound like treble was decreasing
I sample the amp of sh*t, I'm cancerous
In rap, I'm the motherf*cking catalyst
What other rapper will ever channel this
And I have AT&T, like I grabbed the sh*t
I grabbed ya neck, in a amount of seconds
I grip the chain, you have a big stand, damn
I push ya sh*t all the way back
Like the calender changed, headlines say
You increase with new bullsh*t, like forehead lines
Like one pick up will end you, land lined
It's a can of bars, that you claim fire, but it ain't my guy
Ya'll think ya'll sick, you ain't slick
I'm so ill, that I been had a sore thorat
Dressed in all black, like charcoal
Ya'll follow bullsh*t, like it's morse code
I got chinchillas in my wardrobe, I rep my n*ggas who rojo
I'm so out this world, that I use horoscopes as my microscope
I'm bout my zodiac, I sting like stingers on a scorpio
I'm on a roll, like school yo yo's
b*tch, I'm colder than a fro-yo
And I crop squares, like photos
Clips like di*k, from porno's, no homo
You got yes men, around you
But no b*tches that just goes to show hoe
Like bug on a n*gga, feel like a insect
And flip your b*tch, like a Tech Deck
Cut a n*gga throat, and my pistols vertical, like a V neck
If you tripping, get ya damn shoes tied
Choke and stab, and smoothly let your blood
Dry like a damn clothes line, you tripping my n*gga! [x3]
You tripping like damn!

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