Lil' Rob: Dttx ese Lil' Rob

[DTTX]Smash the dash, you know I'm all about the cashI burn it up like hash, Low Pro staffAfter that why don't you tell me who you thought it wasWe just some felons, always keep bailingThere ain't no telling what we coming with nextLarge amounts, break it off in sets, homey you knowImport to export, it's all affordablePortable, transferring up to State, date currentLil' Rob and me we like some Ceaser LenosAl Pacinos, John Gottis, GambinosMaking hits for all you so called rap cliquesWho talking hella loud but you ain't really saying shitWe get it started, hot like fireKeep 'em rolling like rims and tires, cut it up like barbed-wireWe here to shine where it rain and ain't sunnyCuz we all about our money, ain't a damn thing funny[Chorus: DTTX (Lil' Rob)](D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitchesIf you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitches(D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)No matter if the stakes are highWe gonna ride till the day we die(D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitchesIf you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitches(D-double-T-X, Ese Lil' Rob)We gonna shine where it rain, and ain't sunnyCuz we all about our money, ain't a damn thing funny[Lil' Rob]L-I-L R-O-B from S-DDropping it with the D-double-T, XFool you need some KleenexMocosos, babosos, you are like a nosto but you ain't even coastalLil' Rob be the bomba, 2001 even more soKeep trucha, I'll shoot yaWith a gang of raps manDropping way more bombs than the Gap BandOld school like Pac ManI pack jams, pulling a bunch of shitA bunch of bumping shit, a bunch of shit you can't fuck withYou'll find me three-wheeling itOr with a Corona and a brown bag homey tilting it, and killing itAnd when I'm done I'll grab another oneWrite you another hit cuz you can't get enough of 'emYou've loving emWho be that vato that can rock the spot? Ese Lil' RobWho be that vato that just can't be stopped? Ese Lil' RobPonle punk[Chorus][DTTX]We hitting licks, and roam with bomb bitchesIf you don't know it's on, then I'll tell you that it's on bitchesAnd we coming from out of bounds, so bare with meMi amigo, hit me with the steeloMero mero, listo with the fileroHarder than Heavy Metal and it's on till the dust settleKeep it cracking from beginning to endPerkilating, bubbilating, and hard core ministratingYou can't see Lil' Rob and meWe just some OG's flowing from the shores out of CaliWe in the mix, and floating a fly sixAnd ain't got no time for those haters and tricksLet the clock tick, bout to explode, cold piece of workHear what I'm saying, knowing that we done did dirtCop a piece homey, what the dealInfamous boss players, homey we keep it real[Chorus]