ERB gang
• Written by user751110522
i got robins i got jeans
all my gangin niggas blow trees
you know you cant fuck with me
cuz im a real g
everybody screamin out ERB
so dont fuck with my team
we all about that green
you all about your screen
my shit is unseen
but dont think that im clean
i got hella green
i started at sixteen
i got a 40 with the red beam
that mufucker is mean
she has claimed about three
that shit blastin bout money
you know if you my enemy
my nigga i aint no pussy
u wanna throw hands
come push me
i aint fear nobody
i can be like bobby
but nah i aint no copy
these hunnids in my pockets
go on an try to rob me
my nigga got that glock 23
you be sidewalk chalk
if you come round me dont talk
if you aint bout that money you can walk
ask about me to my dog
he put you in a morgue
he wont go to court
we keep our sentence short
i stay countin this green
trynna stack up for my team
you know i rep ERB
thats what i breathe
i aint talkin trees
i be movin with things
never connectin no feelings
im just here dealing
right now its spring
and im just doin my thing
sometimes i got to bang
bounce back to the game
like a fuckin boomerang
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user751110522
Member since March 1 2016