Robert Horry

[Intro: WB Nutty & Los]
Uh
Yeah
What up, Boogie?
Uh
Ups and downs in the dope game, we don't give a motherfuck
Yeah
That's how this shit go, nigga
Pussy-ass
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah

[Verse 1: WB Nutty]
I can tell how it smell if they mixed this shit right
Ain't no court-appointed lawyers, plus I'm makin' bail tonight
I put that bag first, nigga, I don't get caught up in no hype
Sometimes I gotta stay the week, I can't sell it overnight
A million dollars cash, fuck all the problems 'cause I'm ready for it
My last two hundred grams, I thank Skeddy for it
They say discovery package turn you from a man to boy
I should've been sellin'— I'm out here scammin' stores
And I don't believe these fuck niggas, they out here tellin' stories (What?)
I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry (Yeah)

[Interlude: Los]
Yeah
I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry
Yeah
Yeah
Uh
I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry (Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em)

[Verse 2: Los]
Can't get excited for no pussy, I get a rush from that paper (I do)
Give a fuck if I get signed long as my niggas feel me (Long as my niggas feel me)
Watch how I turn an Apple Watch to a Richard Mille (To a Richard Mille)
I should've been rappin', was— dope in Traverse City (In Traverse City)
I thank God my nigga ain't tell on me (Real talk)
Would've got a hundred years (Uh)
Be a pussy nigga? (Uh-uh), I don't know how it feel
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
(I'ma get the last shot, I'm somethin' like Robert Horry)

[Outro: Los and WB Nutty]
Dope sold, money gone, don't be player hatin'
Take a ho to Daisy Lane, this ain't no vacation
The slow roll get frustrating, but it's better than the nothin'
I drop one custo and the rest of 'em comin'