Rob49 – Add It Up (ft. G Herbo) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Date 2022-10-31

Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, Music Video, New Music

Rob49 unveils the music video for the G Herbo-featured “Add It Up” track produced by Southside. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Rob49 Add It Up

Rob49 Add It Up

Rob49 was born in New Orleans and was raised between projects in the city’s 4th and 9th wards– which explains his name.

He takes pride in where he grew up, oftentimes mirroring the location’s grit and intensity in his bars. He and G Herbo have that in common, as Herb hails from Chicago, Illinois. That’s why they made the perfect match on their latest single, “Add It Up.”

Yesterday (October 28), the two released the two-minute record on all streaming platforms. Rob49 & Herb flowed effortlessly together as they recited braggadocious bars about everything under the sun. From being with women and bringing in tons of money to owning luxurious cars and maintaining social status, this track covered it all.

“I can’t move the same/I got a check now/Treat all of my side h*es like my watches/They get bust down,” Rob49 confidently rapped in his verse.

G Herbo had the same energy in his introduction as he spit, “Thumbing through that bag/We don’t look at tags, add it up/I ain’t chilling till I’m a hundred plus/Coupe 2022 insides/One of One.”

Rob49 – Add It Up (ft. G Herbo) (prod. Southside)

28 October 2022. 1 Song, 2 minutes. ℗ 2022 Rebel/Geffen Records

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Lyrics

[Intro: G Hero]
Uh, uh, haha (Ayy)
Ayy

[Verse 1: G Herbo & Rob49]
Walked out, start the track up (Woo)
Half a mill’ just touched my account, get yo’ racks up
Just bought a car, I need another one (Another one), ’cause I smacked it up
Hit the club and they loving us, this bitch packed up
My lil’ bitch think she a city girl, she in here actin’ up
Iced out Rolex, platinum, back up, we’ll clap shit up
Shoot his face up, can’t get back up (Fah)
Fire his neck up, tear his back up (Fah)
What the fuck I’m hiding for?
Glizzy when I’m riding
“Herbo, what you got that mask for?”
Foe ‘nem pull up loud, I was low key in that black truck
I’m getting high outside, shirt off, these hoes love ’em tatted up
Thumbin’ through that bag, we don’t look at tags, add it up (Phew)
Uh, I ain’t chillin’ ’til I’m a hundred plus (Uh)
Coupe 2022, insides one of one (One)
We in bullet proofs too, but we’ll bail out and shoot too
I got too much shit I care about, go to jail about, I’ll bail out (Huh)
If it’s hot, bring hell out
Gave me top and I fell out
Call me not trying to book me
Know it’s hot, but I’ma sell out
Wanna die? Where about?
We gon’ slide, air it out (Bah)
Pull up real slick (Yeah)
Pulling off, sped out (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Yeah, think ’cause I start rapping, I stop hustling shit (Yeah)
I’m still in my trap house with my Glock out like I run this bitch (It’s like I run this shit)
I’ma beat that block up before I ever try to beat a bitch (Yeah)
I just did 300k this month, I just was in the trenches (I just was in the trenches)
Yeah (Yeah), I can’t move the same (I can’t move the same), I got a check now (Yeah)
Treat all of my side hoes like my watches, they get bust down (They all get bust down)
Since she ain’t trying to fuck me with her friend, get the fuck out (Yeah)
I put 50k inside my gang, in case a war come (Yeah)
Trappin’ and rappin’, my savage get active (Know my savage get active)
I was just on house arrest, now I got my check up (Now I got my check up)
Keep telling bro to watch that car (Gang), we gon’ blow together (We gon’ blow together)
Yeah, I slime models hoes out, yeah, treat ’em like they nothing (Treat ’em like they nothing)
Gang (Gang)

[Verse 3: G Herbo & Rob49]
Uh, I put up so many diamonds, gotta stare (Gotta stare)
Every time when I’m outside, my bitch mad, but I don’t care
Holler, I can’t even hear (Yeah)
Prada only thing I wear (The only thing I wear)
Want me paying for that pussy, it’s expensive, but I pay it (Yeah)
Jumping out that car like soldiers, with that stick up, I’ma get him (Yeah, gang)
If we ain’t do nothing bad together or break bread, I don’t trust you (Yeah)
If she don’t got no fat ass and give out great head, I don’t touch her
Fuck him, face shot, ain’t no ducking
I’m one savage motherfucker, ayy
Start the track up (Yeah)
Put one twenty in this bitch, I’m tryna blow the motor (Blow the motor)
Ain’t got no limit (Yeah) like G Herbo, still gon’ throw my fo’ up (Still gon’ throw my fo’ up)
Sell O’s like donuts, still be trappin’ in and out my ho house (Still be trappin’ in and out my ho house), nigga, yeah
Bad bitch super bougie, get what she what, she fuckin’ a boss now, nigga (Yeah)
I don’t even wan’ talk, I’m breaded up, my motion giving too much pressure (Yeah)
Put him on a stretcher, tryna touch my necklace, ain’t no disrespecting (It ain’t no disrespecting)
I’m in Track hawk, I’m in Scat Pack, my ho bunches up and sprinters (Yeah)

[Outro: Rob49]
Yeah, haha (Keep that)
Y’all see? I feel like Birdman, 2000
Feel like Soulja Slim in 1999 (1999)

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