Robitussin Lyrics

Yo it isn't me

Robitussin in that wok

She can't feel her legs it wasn't me

I fucked her with my cock

See the ice in the wrist

This ain't nothing but a clock

See the chevy in the cam

I'm aero with no flock

Bitch I'm Shaq undercover

When I'm walking through your block

Hide my nine in my pocket

So they draw your ass in chalk

I'm a master with the scope

Because I got this bitch on lock

Remember time me and my homie

Used to sell out of rerock

Used to wear Reeboks

TV air no cox

Still the same old jock

Now I flex my rocks

Used to kill some divas

In the refer

Cuz you know how we smoke reefer

On the viva

Take a blinker

Look like reason

And if a nigga talking really crazy

Smoke him out like reefer

Make him look like a blonde

With this motherfucking eater

And if a nigga give a crap

You gone give this fucking shat

And if nigga talking crazy

We gone put him on his back

Like where he at

Put a bullet through his head

And now he nap

And you know where we at like

It isn't me there's something

Robitussin in that wok

Someone poisoned with something

Robitussin in that wok

He can't feel his legs it wasn't me

I shot him with this Glock

And if they talking you know what I mean

I put them in their spot

Yo it isn't me

Robitussin in that wok

She can't feel her legs it wasn't me

I fucked her with my cock

See the ice in the wrist

This ain't nothing but a clock

See the chevy in the cam

I'm aero with no flock

Bitch I'm Shaq undercover

When I'm walking through your block

Hide my nine in my pocket

So they draw your ass in chalk

I'm a master with the scope

Because I got this bitch on lock

Remember times me and my homie

Used to sell out of rerock

05 motherfucker

Lost lives motherfucker

Grow high motherfucker

Get popped you a sucker

The strap imma tuck her

Yo face imma pucker

Go hide in my bunker

Shout out to my mother

(I'm really fucking tired)

Aye, shout out to my mother

In the house there's no hunger

So I'm pulling on the dollar

If I catch yo bitch

I'll get you bitch

I'll put her

Imma hung her

Aye imm fucking hung her

Yo it isn't me

Robitussin in that wok

She can't feel her legs it wasn't me

I fucked her with my cock

See the ice in the wrist

This ain't nothing but a clock

See the chevy in the cam

I'm aero with no flock

Bitch I'm Shaq undercover

When I'm walking through your block

Hide my nine in my pocket

So they draw your ass in chalk

I'm a master with the scope

Because I got this bitch on lock

Remember times me & my homie

Used to sell out of rerock