yea i rob
(Oh yea I rob nigga, yea I steal)
Aye, in them high cars I was taking keys, bitch I was young as hell
All that touching ain't gone get you nowhere, boy you dumb as hell
And this lil bitch she tried to sell the play
I think she drunk as hell
(Yea I rob, yea I steal)
Tried to sell the play, I think she dumb as hell, drunk as hell bitch
(Aye, cmere)
(Like, hold on, aye)
Man that day, we was at the G, tryna buss a play
What I say, better close that backdoor fore yo ass get snaked
Fuck yo gang, I can't clique up with y'all boys y'all hella lame
Folks had tried to tax us, look, now his bitchass on a chain
Ever since my nigga Bobby died, man shit ain't been the same
I don't look at shit the same, same nigga ian never change
I can't go out like no hoe, bet I go out with a bang
I'm a beast bitch, real nigga blood inside my veins
(Aye, aye)
Yea I rob, yeah I steal bitch
In the field, yuh, do this shit for real bitch
Aye, I don't give no fuck bout how you feel bitch
Nigga tried to slide, then he died, on that drill bitch
Tried to backdoor, that's the way to get popped like a pill quick
Bitch I'm off these drugs, numb as hell, I can't feel shit
If you try to slide you dumb as hell, on some real shit
Had yo bitch hit up my phone, she want some real dick
I just woke up mad as hell, tryna kill shit
I just woke up mad as hell, feeling hella grumpy
And my pockets fat as hell, yea them bitches chunky
Nigga I'm a beast, I can't beef, with a fucking monkey
But I got g-lock, it came with a drummy
Nigga try to play, he get wrapped, like a fucking mummy
Every fucking day, I wake up, tryna get some money
If we aiming for yo tummy, you's a fucking dummy
(Bitch)
(Cmon)
(Cmon)
(Cmere)
(Aye, aye, bitch)
(Aye, aye, cmon)
Aye, in them high cars I was taking keys, bitch I was young as hell
All that touching ain't gone get you nowhere, boy you dumb as hell
And this lil bitch she tried to sell the play
I think she drunk as hell
Aye, in them high cars I was taking keys, bitch I was young as hell
All that touching ain't gone get you nowhere, boy you dumb as hell
And this lil bitch she tried to sell the play
I think she drunk as hell
(Yea I rob, yea I steal)
Tried to sell the play, I think she dumb as hell, drunk as hell bitch
(Aye, cmere)
(Like, hold on, aye)
Man that day, we was at the G, tryna buss a play
What I say, better close that backdoor fore yo ass get snaked
Fuck yo gang, I can't clique up with y'all boys y'all hella lame
Folks had tried to tax us, look, now his bitchass on a chain
Ever since my nigga Bobby died, man shit ain't been the same
I don't look at shit the same, same nigga ian never change
I can't go out like no hoe, bet I go out with a bang
I'm a beast bitch, real nigga blood inside my veins
(Aye, aye)
Yea I rob, yeah I steal bitch
In the field, yuh, do this shit for real bitch
Aye, I don't give no fuck bout how you feel bitch
Nigga tried to slide, then he died, on that drill bitch
Tried to backdoor, that's the way to get popped like a pill quick
Bitch I'm off these drugs, numb as hell, I can't feel shit
If you try to slide you dumb as hell, on some real shit
Had yo bitch hit up my phone, she want some real dick
I just woke up mad as hell, tryna kill shit
I just woke up mad as hell, feeling hella grumpy
And my pockets fat as hell, yea them bitches chunky
Nigga I'm a beast, I can't beef, with a fucking monkey
But I got g-lock, it came with a drummy
Nigga try to play, he get wrapped, like a fucking mummy
Every fucking day, I wake up, tryna get some money
If we aiming for yo tummy, you's a fucking dummy
(Bitch)
(Cmon)
(Cmon)
(Cmere)
(Aye, aye, bitch)
(Aye, aye, cmon)
Aye, in them high cars I was taking keys, bitch I was young as hell
All that touching ain't gone get you nowhere, boy you dumb as hell
And this lil bitch she tried to sell the play
I think she drunk as hell
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Writer(s): Glory Romani
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