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Count the money til my hands lock up
Dope, weed, xans, percs, jiggers
Bricks in I feel like Killa
Location on lil n***a pull up
Tryna rob getcho a*s
watch out for the ops
In and out
Birds coming by the flock
They setup shop
Just to get a lil guap
Plot the plan same day
He made a drop
In the car
the school bag i just want work for these M's
Make music every day i might be the new Beethoven, man!
Teaching to my teacher, now she learned all the right
Heh, y'all remember back in the days
When niggaz used to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own switch off the tree
par pasand hai firangh
Iss beat ki khod di surang
You made me? ye tu bhool ja
Tu hai 10vi fail bete school ja
Verse 2 (Rob C):
Teri bubble mein aake
DAY - car jacks, get out the van
As soon as they step out I pop 'em anyway, BLAAM!
I rob liqour stores with a little 22 hold
I know it's nothing but
music
But yes it is cool, I love my fans
I do not like school, I just want some bands
My money a pool, it keeps coming in
I'm up in the stu, you tryna get
the day i last saw my dad i Was so young but i remember the Day I lost my mom 10 april 2018
I remember when she left i had Nobody else i had to grind all by
Rob me a nigga like every Friday
And I'm with Smoke and he bang the Brim way
And I'm with Bloody Dior, he bangin' 9 Trey
Chopper hit him, bullet
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
I used to rob folks' striped Adidas
Now I got three i used to rob for his toes
Now I rock True jeans
Dirty shoes all my life
But now them bitches
moving
Have to walk on by and keep it moving
I reminisce all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze
Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't
and Bitch you do what you do
Remember them days, when I was in school and where I sayed I ''waste my time''
The lockers where I put my green thing 'til
just sky high ayy
It's about damn time we make these lines
Even better with each rhyme ayy
So when they see us drive by they seeing them
Old school
flash
He a pussy ass boy rob that nigga no mask
Trap trap run up the stash
Call any nigga I bet he wont last
This backwood filled wit like 4 different
a drug addict momma couldn't pay the rent
His dad left him and his momma when Lil Sho was ten
Abandoned them with their eviction hanging by a thread
In
Ay They wanna kill me about a lil bitch
They wanna kill be bout a lil bag
They wanna kill me bout some money that I blow by the day they ain't ever
a nigga back on that good
Back on a mission
In other words I'm back in the kitchen
Water whippin' with my niggaz tryin' to sew up the city
Back in school
rap game is alright. I'm just getting by.
She had a lil weed and we get a lil high
And I'm looking in her eyes and I'm loving her vibe
Told me back
clear
Nigga we can't be touched
The fuck y'all want
From rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin til the one come in
The worst niggaz
shake a couple cops
A broke a couple rules
Didn't graduate from school
Cus I was busy hustling, man, I thought that shit was cool
See I gotta keep it
school
T Savage died right by his side I damn there lost a screw
We ain’t looking for no justice go and grab them tools
You ever stacked a couple racks
nigga
Hustled and had a pristine glow up
Money on the counter lil nigga get grip
Rob a nigga with my fist
Bust a nigga in his lip
Take a lil nigga shit
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