idk, just having fun
stream “No Sweat” on all platforms!
[spotify] https://open.spotify.com/track/4ZjFPWXaU6Yunhhd5W6HTk?si=nElDHCPvTzeEhij3x_p0-w
[soundcloud] https://soundcloud.com/user-761728752/no-sweat-rob
[apple music] https://music.apple.com/us/album/no-sweat/1502681448?i=1502681449
Director : Benjamin Atchley
Director of Photography : Donald Turner
Lead Girl : grace_nordstrom
choreo: Jansen San Juan
Follow me on IG : @roblopez
[audio] /watch/wBvOQQGEYdwEO
[business] robxbusiness@gmail.com
LYRICS
Yo Rob, why you rappin' on a type beat?
Top of the charts, no shit yeah I might be
new to the game ROB they don't like me
now bitches on my dick in the club going hyphy
Ooh did I say that? (huh) shit, I don't even mean that
she dont even text back, left me on ghost like a mohtafuckin' snapchat
never taking breaks from my bars like a Kit Kat
Stop, wait, hold up, flex
Hunchback slouch from the diamonds on my neck (uh huh)
step, step, laced up Nike Jordan number 1 cuz im runnin' to the check
b-b-b-boutta hit a licky, slide to the bank, money lookin' silly
money lookin stupid, not a big dealy
feeling like Wayne cuz i'm boutta hit a milli.
Yeah I Just started rap
money and the fame, gimme all of that
I can see clearly that this is my year
20/20 vision no cataracts so
what is the move, cook in the stu
grrr im a dog, money so blue
calling you Steve cuz you dont have a clue
always so sick so I don't catch no flues
*cough* ok, yeah
Beating on my chest like a bongo, macho
wanna start beef? put my meat in her taco, nachos
bitch so wet need a poncho, pronto
Please let me say this.
why girls on IG be the fakest
wanna link up please get on the waitlist
I am the greatest
they don't know me, but i'm all on their playlist
you hate this? nah
flow so new, you old like grandma
snap snap shutter up like camera
eat her like buttercup, bitch i need stamina
make her say "ayy" but she aint from Canada
Ooh, yikes. don't crease the shoes
turn up! lit off the booze
run up my cheese, pay up your dues
run up the streams, turn up my tunes
La di da di da
Ooh she wanna slob on my knob ooh
i got the toolies like Bob ooh
keepin' a stick like corn on the cob
Man this is awesome
on top, hows it feel at the bottom
don't ball, but I might have to cross em'
make em' stop play dead like a possum
feel like spring cuz your boy boutta blossom
Fridaynight drops everybody wanna cop em'
shoot my shots, oh well boutta toss em'
whole fam on the back, no sweat you know that I got em'