33 ft. Robbie Jet Lyrics

If they see that boy then they're chasing him down

Better not make a sound

Better not say a sentence

If he wants things not to go south

Someone gotta knock 'em out

Yeah, knock 'em down

Aim for the heart that's a love lockdown

Wait what's that sound?

It's me and the slayers we up in your town

Up in your town, up in your city, yeah no doubt

He in D.C. with the dons but he gotta reroute

Why you doing everyone else's job, bruh just do yours

I know you tryna' get up in the boards

Uppin' the score, like damn

John Green, might crash the course, like damn

Twin got the red dot, morse, like damn

Still gotta do my chores, like damn

Damn, sleep with one eye like Sans

I keep my hands in my pants

I do not care 'bout your mans

If they see that boy then they're chasing him down

Better not make a sound

Better not say a sentence

If he wants things not to go south

Someone gotta knock 'em out

Yeah, knock 'em down

Aim for the heart that's a love lockdown

Wait what's that sound?

It's me and the slayers we up in your town

Up in your town, up in your city, yeah no doubt

He in D.C. with the dons but he gotta reroute