RRBANDO - Take That Job (feat. BUGRICHH) Lyrics

Man, I ain't gon' lie, them trumpets hit hard
That boy YD already did this beat, dude
Man, don't try and say I stole that bitch, I found that bitch
But look, I tell around I got a job for him

I really do
I said, yo, man, I got a job for you
Yo, get it
Yeah, I said, yo, Jarvis, I got a job for you

Just pop off, hit his wig
This lil' bitch, she tryna trap me
Yeah, she tryna M.I.K
Uh-huh, B.D., tryna kill a nigga from that Robby shit I did

F*ck it, hit his wig
I'm tryna smoke him like I said
That trap been jumpin' since 09
Yeah, I always keep mine

Tryna break that lil' bitch spine
100 P's, that shit been flyin'
Yeah, we back in here wall ready
These guns, they all heavy

I got so much f*ckin' betty, I never sell a nigga fatty
Yeah, man, don't live on that f*ckin' block
He tryna catch a f*ckin' opp
Just hit off my limb, his head, and knock off his f*ckin' tits

This shit be drippin' like Ragu
My bitches, they bad, too
Just tryna take a trip and show you that motherf*ckin' bag, dude
And y'all probably could just pack up with that sheen in the gas

I'm tryna get this pack up
Yeah, I'm tryna finesse his ass
And Pau-Pau be outside
Diamonds dancin' at the right walk in the party

Shout-out to all the bitches tryna f*ck for his life
And then I'm downin' for the lil' bitch
B from 26
I had told her, bruh, I told her, but she had came with baddest chick

I'm tryna f*ck my problem later while that nigga ain't payin' attention
And I don't even wanna mention why these niggas in my business
These girls got no telegraph
They gon' never see that gas

I sold his ass
I'm shakin'
Realized that it was some grass
Yeah, I'm dragin' off the bottom, but this ain't no Roman Thurston

We gon' get the f*ckin'
We gon' get the f*ckin'
Labrador, hold that switch to two hands
Bet that switch it never miss

Yeah, I'm bout to go to Souls and make my f*ckin' diamonds glisten
Tell your partner drop that song so I can drop my f*ckin' dick
Bitch, I been bought up in the crib, but I been laid up with my bitch
But yeah, you bossin' with them small-ass guns

I'm bout to drop a stick
I'm bout to drop your load out like it's f*ckin' colors, dude
And next time you see your bitch, I'm gon' be smackin' on her booty
Lil' bitch, I'm bout to hit the biddy and drop a bag up on my shoe

I drop a chain that's comin' next
Ain't DJ Khaled, but we the best
I'm in the city with all these texts
So, bitch, you better wear a vest

You take from me that shit a quest, but look, don't die upon that mission
But I don't wanna mention
Holla, boogie, f*ck my bitch when I ain't payin' attention
My shit is cool, though

I'm ridin' around with Cujo
We bout to rob a nigga
Shit, we bout to hit the niggas
You take me once, I was a foodo

But I'ma keep it cool, though
I'm bout to buy 200 guns and pause the bitch on Cornerstone
Yo, come on, I'm at your sister house
I'm waitin' till she leave her

So I can tie her, put her in a car, and put a sock up in her mouth
After the biggest f*ckin' crash, y'all, this bag is gettin' a f*ckin' larger
He don't give a f*ck about what you bought
That nigga, he f*ckin' taught it