Robbers (feat. Dame Dawgl)

This goes out to you haters with the problems
If i catch your mark ass slipping i will solve them
Forty cal chrome i'm not bringing no revolver pop him
Reach into your pocket i will rob you Fuck twelve
Dj hype mane don't be having time for the police
Lock you in my trunk hop in my charger
Stepping on the gas then i dash steering column
Moving left and right i'm out of sight bitch i fucking fled
Drag you to the river and i kick you in your fucking head
Playing with the grim reaper creeper now you left for dead
Reach into my stash full of cookie time to smoke a blunt
So much smoke the windows in my car they keep on fogging up
Nigga about to suffocate i think it's time to open up
Spotted me a nigga who be acting hard and talking tough
At the corner store i open the door i had to stang a hoe
Put the forty to your dome i want the money won't ask no more
Better hurry up don't like to wait you don't want no smoke
If you cooperate i'll let you live and then i'll quickly go
Told your ass before dj hype mane schizophrenic psycho
Shouldn't be acting like a killer so i had to let you know



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry Landingham
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