Robbery
It's my last day in... you know I'm playing for the win, ohhh, yeah
(Put my heart inside the bag)
(Free them boys who's locked down, yeah, free 'em)
(I hope they get an appeal)
This shit get real
She told me put my heart inside the bag, and that's for robbing me
I ain't mean to play all with your feelings, leave you on your knees
I know life's a mess, but babygirl, can we still feel the breeze
She wanna be cuffed, but I hate when the police tell me freeze
Put you in a Prada gown, until then, you won't notice me
Take her to Miami, she wanna find out where the dolphins be
Cuban links around my neck, that's all they need for jealousy
Ballin' out the gym so hard, my money long, can't tax me
She racing for my love, but babygirl, this ain't a track meet
Can't say that for the oppas, got this choppa' in the backseat
Extended clip, let's shoot a movie, blood left on the pavement
These scars and thoughts too deep, it got me feeling like a gremlin
I dick her so damn good, she start to talk about the next chick
I know you know your worth, and it ain't nothing but a necklace
I told her "I ain't into that, I'm focused on the bands, bitch!"
And lately, I been looking at the goals that's on my checklist
I need me that Ferrari, triple X, I'm living fastly
I skirt up off the scene, whip panoramic, she attracted
You know I'm chasing bags and give a fuck about the past tense
I need to block the hate, I copped these Cartier glasses
We living for the moment, but we dying up inside
There's a difference from the street and the fucking sideline
They don't wanna intervene, they know my guys is quick to spark
Up the glock, he gon' have to really see what's at the top
Brodie in the cut, copped a K, he ain't gonna Flock
Yeah, I'm out here serving 'ye up in these Yeezys, chasing knots
Yeah, she addicted to me, like some fucking nicotine
Yeah, I'm smoking broccoli, rolling up the finest weed
Yeah, I'm counting up them hunnids, bitch, you know I'm living free
Yeah, I'm climbing up some levels, pussies, they'll never reach
Yeah, he jumped inside the car, and, bitch, he hopped inside the backseat
Just take a left, one inside the head, run down on next street
I'm smoking gas, this straight Chad, Imma be high 'till the next week
I stay inside the cold with a lotta heat
If you know what I mean, then you know what I mean
Food for the zombies, I'm talking 'bout fiends
She wanna dream, I pour up codeine, yeah
She tripping, I'm fucking, I'm pulling her hair
She throwing it back, I might break her spleen, yeah
We started on Snapchat, and I ain't mean to backtrack
I'm smoking loud, that's facts, yeah
(Put my heart inside the bag)
(Free them boys who's locked down, yeah, free 'em)
(I hope they get an appeal)
This shit get real
She told me put my heart inside the bag, and that's for robbing me
I ain't mean to play all with your feelings, leave you on your knees
I know life's a mess, but babygirl, can we still feel the breeze
She wanna be cuffed, but I hate when the police tell me freeze
Put you in a Prada gown, until then, you won't notice me
Take her to Miami, she wanna find out where the dolphins be
Cuban links around my neck, that's all they need for jealousy
Ballin' out the gym so hard, my money long, can't tax me
She racing for my love, but babygirl, this ain't a track meet
Can't say that for the oppas, got this choppa' in the backseat
Extended clip, let's shoot a movie, blood left on the pavement
These scars and thoughts too deep, it got me feeling like a gremlin
I dick her so damn good, she start to talk about the next chick
I know you know your worth, and it ain't nothing but a necklace
I told her "I ain't into that, I'm focused on the bands, bitch!"
And lately, I been looking at the goals that's on my checklist
I need me that Ferrari, triple X, I'm living fastly
I skirt up off the scene, whip panoramic, she attracted
You know I'm chasing bags and give a fuck about the past tense
I need to block the hate, I copped these Cartier glasses
We living for the moment, but we dying up inside
There's a difference from the street and the fucking sideline
They don't wanna intervene, they know my guys is quick to spark
Up the glock, he gon' have to really see what's at the top
Brodie in the cut, copped a K, he ain't gonna Flock
Yeah, I'm out here serving 'ye up in these Yeezys, chasing knots
Yeah, she addicted to me, like some fucking nicotine
Yeah, I'm smoking broccoli, rolling up the finest weed
Yeah, I'm counting up them hunnids, bitch, you know I'm living free
Yeah, I'm climbing up some levels, pussies, they'll never reach
Yeah, he jumped inside the car, and, bitch, he hopped inside the backseat
Just take a left, one inside the head, run down on next street
I'm smoking gas, this straight Chad, Imma be high 'till the next week
I stay inside the cold with a lotta heat
If you know what I mean, then you know what I mean
Food for the zombies, I'm talking 'bout fiends
She wanna dream, I pour up codeine, yeah
She tripping, I'm fucking, I'm pulling her hair
She throwing it back, I might break her spleen, yeah
We started on Snapchat, and I ain't mean to backtrack
I'm smoking loud, that's facts, yeah
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Writer(s): Kyreese Evans
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