Rapper Jdot Breezy released his new track “Rob Dilly” on Friday, May 23, 2025. The song is written with an intense, violent, and unapologetic mood in which the artist wants to convert his pain into power and show the world that he is not weak. In this song, he warns his enemies, calls them out, and asserts his street credibility. The lyrics are fragmented, with each line being a snapshot of the artist’s life. Check out the Rob Dilly lyrics by Jdot Breezy below, and experience the song’s passion.
Lyrics of Rob Dilly by Jdot Breezy
Brain Pain Get Put On The T
All I Do, Snap A Finger
It Ain’t Ever Safe Within Any Streets
Your Best Friend Is Danger
Bich Left, I Went To Jail
She Left Me Hanging And I’m bankrupt
‘Cause It Made Me And I Made It Out That Shit
Now, Shit, Stranger
Ain’t No Second Guess Of Shit
It’s Life Or Death, Bich
I’m A Blank ’em
I Ain’t Duck A Fuk
They Come For Me, Then Nigga, Bring ’em
Trying To Tell You This Shit Hot
These Biches, It’s Painful
A Lot Of Shit Had Made Me Who I Am
That Pain Will Make A Gangsta
Suite It Up We In A Ride
We’re Looking Where The Ops Be
I Got Rala On My Mind
So Ain’t Nobody Going To Stop Me
We The Construction Boys
We The Destruction Boys
We Fuk Up Properties
Catch A Op And Buy A Mock
This Shit, He’ll Be Monopoly
I’m On Top Of All The Toppers
Ain’t No Fuking Top Of Me
I’m The King Of This Shit
I Got The Lock In The Key
I Don’t Fuk With Pussing Niggas
Can’t Be Missing Energies
Acting Like They Fuk With You
Whole Time You’re Envying Me
Pay Them All And Spin It All
I Be Splurging On The Nigga
Catch Them Down And Kill His Dog
We Pop Up Early On The Nigga
30 In That G Thing
Put Todd Gurley On The Nigga
You’re A Thief, Not A Killer
I Ain’t Worried About No Nigga
Like His Motherfu*king Basketball
Bich, This Shit Official
I’m A Fuking Ball Hog
I’m Trying To Kill All These Niggas
Salt Off, Knock His Jaw Off
Bich, I’m Morela
Puccy Boy, You Ain’t No Driller
Better Not Get Caught With Them Niggas
Man, All These Niggas Talk
You Got To Show Me
If Your Omen Better Act Like You Know Me
How I’m Rolling
All That Trolling Making Poses
We Going To Pull Up Get Up On It
Our Old Friend Going To Make Me Kill His Ass
Nigger, You Better Focus
Running Point Like Rob
Running Point Like Rob Dilly
Better Chill For Not The Beans Out Your Chili
Nigger, Words Don’t Move Me
I Ain’t Feeling
A Fu*ked Thing That You Saying
Nigga, You Don’t Scare Me
Make A Nigger Shit It When He Bullets Hit His Belly
They Know By Me They Know Just What I Do
Who Really Killing
Puccy Nigga You Got All That Mouth
You Must Want To See The Ribbon
Put My Foot On Nigger’s Neck
I Kill The Ass You Know I’m Stepping
Dead Ops Inside My Blood
I Wrote This Bich This Bich Hit It
It’s 420 Every Time My Opp Die
This Bich Hate It
I’m A Pay For That No Dead It
Like I Said I’m Running Point
Bich, I Feel Like Rob Dilly
Switch, Nigga Three Ball
Murder Man Made Murder Calls
I’m Going To Step On Him
This By My Dog I Promise I’m Going To Call You All
That’s What I Meant
Ain’t No Calling Shit Off
All That Ches And Clout
Little Bich
We’re Going To Knock Your Shit Off
Little Nigga Hit The Bit, Though
Got ’em Pissed Off
Money Talking That Blit Talk
Piss My Wrist Off
Fuk It I’m Going To Ice My Bich
I Like It When Her Toes White
Shopping Spree When We Get Home
Bich, Throw That Puccy Bite
