Rob Wellz – 40+

Rob Wellz – 40+ Lyrics

Artist: Rob Wellz
Song: 40+

Wasn’t the popular kid
Was finger poppin’ ya’ b#tch
Wouldn’t take shots in the gym
But I might cop the assist

Started getting money
Figured I might cop me a wrist
The way this sh#t got me feelin’
Cocky as sh#t

It was me and J-Rum
Yeah, he Rocky with fists
It’s one call to 40RX just to cop me a clip
And it’s one call to Clearmind

If I’m droppin’ this sh#t
If you ain’t heard about 40
Ain’t no stoppin’ this sh#t
I just got my bumper fixed

The kid crashed in the whip
Couple years ago I prolly would’ve spazzed, ignorant
N’owadays gotta stay focused on the business
Bout to flip the whip

And get the package with rims in it
Then make the car dash again
Maybe with Kim in it
Damn, sorry Ye, just playin’

Where is Donda at? We waiting
f#ck it, where’s CLB?
Only sh#t I’ll bump plus me
When I get into album mode

But you gon’ have to wait and see
I’ll drop hints on my IG
Watch the follows patiently
If it ain’t ’bout some business

Ain’t no internet for me
Just bust a trap at the trap
Y’all don’t know nothin’ ’bout that
As you can see on my shirt

I got this sh#t on my back
As you can see on my bicep
Got this sh#t in my arm
‘Bout to light up my next spliff

Hit the strip then we gone
Cop that work and flip it, I ain’t middle-manning sh#t
Million ways to get it but I get it how I live
My b#tch gon’ start a fight with me whenever I leave the crib

That sucka’ sh#t not right with me, please do not make me trip
She baggin’ up that block for me, do I make her strip?
There go them boys that rock with me, put 30 in a zip
You got my bread, go make it hot for me, put 30 in a clip

I got real n#gg#s that rock with me, we spazzing off the rip
Got this bad ting, she saved me in her phone as “Chloe”
Yeah, I gotta keep it lowey
Her mans cannot know me

Yeah, she brighten up my day, yeah, I think that girl is glowy
I just seen my old head, he said “Yo, you still flowin’?”
Damn straight fam
Fresh up out the paint can

Did a little county night
Never hit the State Pen’
Had to get my soul right
Folks was sayin’ “He thin”

Now that boy done swole
Call him 40 He-Man
Still the highest demands
Riding with the demons

You from outta town?
Gotta pay the extra fee, man
Keep my M.O clean, man
Always M.O.N, man

All my hits is home runs
Ask the MLB fam
Or maybe ask the sshh
Gotta keep the links discreet, fam

All my shawties 4’40
Never for the streets, fam
That’s that garage body
Detailed with the seats tan

Garage body detailed with the seats tan
Cop that work and flip it, I ain’t middle-manning sh#t
Million ways to get it but I get it how I live
My b#tch gon’ start a fight with me whenever I leave the crib

That sucka’ sh#t not right with me, please do not make me trip
She baggin’ up that block for me, do I make her strip?
There go them boys that rock with me, put 30 in a zip
You got my bread, go make it hot for me, put 30 in a clip

I got real n#gg#s that rock with me, we spazzing off the rip
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From the album:
40+ [Explicit]
Release Year: 2021