ROBOTIC. ft. Young Rove Lyrics

Niggas want beef, what is the problem?

This life is a puzzle and I gotta solve it

Put one in your head, like a revolver

I'm getting better, I'm evolving

This life a movie, call it Wall-E

Im feeling myself, where is my wallet?

She feeling herself, I'm trying to menage it

I feel like Rodney Copperbottom

Damn

I'm smokin' that gas, I'm movin' robotic

Pack just touchdown, know it's exotic

This bitch so bad, came from the tropics

I get on beats it's so melodic

Remember my cousin was stayin' in projects

I was up in the kitchen cookin' country sausage

We was young as hell, drinkin' out of the faucet

I took a loss to get a profit

I took a L to get a win

I'm Praying to God I'm living in sin

I went repented, but did that stupid shit again

Damn

I ain't goin' down, call me Big Ben

This life get deep, I got the bends

Im shittin' on niggas like depends

You wanna deal, it depends

When you come shop, you need to get ten

Better watch that switch on you Ben Ten

I roll up that gas and I fill up my ribs

I roll up that gas and I fill up my body

You making me sick need a Hotty Toddy

I'm makin' them plays in hotel lobby

I'm getting crafty with this shit Hobby Lobby (Damn)

I roll up that gas and it fill up my body

I'm puffin' that gas, you know it's exotic

Aye, RPo

Niggas want beef, what is the problem?

Life is a problem, I gotta solve it

Once you hit it, like a revolver

Like I'm gettin' better, I'm evolvin

This life a movie, call it Wall-E

I'm feelin' myself, where is my wallet?

She feelin' herself, I'm tryna menage it

I feel like Rodney Copperbottom

Top 5 recruit, salute to my letterman

I got some troops that shoot like veterans

I'm gettin' cheeks, she shakin' like gelatin

These niggas be talkin' too much, David Letterman

A nigga be geeked, they can't understand me

Stay out my green like I'm Stanley

I got the juice, the fruit, Tropicana

I tell em, don't miss it, bro get it on camera

I keep the stick and fire, I'ma camper

Broddy got baby bottles and no pampers

I'm on that shit, I'm stuck, gone

I'm moving robotic, sloppy drunk

They know I'm hard-bodied, fly like a drone

Don't know what that pussy be on

They bring me down, I just put this shit on

Talk straight out your mouth, you get hit with the chrome

And if you start hatin', we might put you on

But I don't care if you do or you don't

These niggas want beef, but I'm here to solve it

They can't fuck with me like I'm on my own island

I want my bread, I ain't talkin' Hawaiian

They trying to copy my flow, and my style

We came to Tennessee, moved into Texas

I want VVS, all on my neckless

Thought I was in school by the way that they test me huh?

These niggas want beef, what is the problem? (Rove)