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Rob Myself

Plies

Goon Affiliated

2010

gotta bust
Got the forty on my waist right by my gut
Say she like a nigga jewelry but don't touch
I wanna rob myself bitch I know wassup

I'm

of bumbags
I eat Big Macs by the six pack
You chicken-heads are running a deficit - like a million (Lil Ham, uh)
You chumps are fighting for changes, I rake in

this big body truck
Shoutout to Lazer, I'm keeping this shit seven hundred yes I keep this shit seven bucks
We rob a nigga, we taking his chain and he

I was tryna get money passing by in the clubs (all these racks in the clubs)
Rollin indos on back of my truck (trackhawk)
cnd i gave my shawty a big

a truck, big B on it
I heard you talkin' gansta shit and we on it
Yea, they say they gon' kill me (what else)
They say they gon' rob me (what else)

I was gon' rob you (ho)

Die on your birthday
Squeeze that fire on your birthday
Take him to the hood, put him on set
Do a drive by on the first

Bout green, then the bitch, nigga, died by a slut
I told my youngest to spend, only pay them in blood
Watch my slattys go, hop out that truck
Bitch, know

It's a stick up
Cannon on the line, we carry big drums
It's a stick up
Rob the industry the way we get funds
Took eight years, now a nigga make gold

holdin' shit down for?
Reece, Neff, Rob, and Mox

Bae, I need you to stuff
Bae, I need you to fuck
Bae, I need you to go to Enterprise and get a truck

in the grease, whipping up collard greens about to feed the streets


We like big trucks and backyards
We like big trucks and backyards
We like big

hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck

my shorties to empty them clips
They said, "Big bro, we ain't suit up for nothin'"
Shots from this pump, like lil' Ricky, he runnin'
Uh, blow this

the black truck
Bullet proof masked up, big .38 back, back, boy, back up
Infidelity run through me mind like my last name motherfuckin' Castro
And the ice

Pacific Ocean

Young Dolph

Thinking Out Loud

2017

Ho, what you on?
Straight up
They opps still playin', huh?

Twenty thousand square feet house by the water (water)
Water (water), water (water),

Hit man hit man hit man hit man hit man hit man yea
Get yo ass stuck like quick sand messin wit du big  man Niggas hope out In trucks
Post On block

fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't  get by
This shit on my

The scale is crusty, we sell shallow by the G
Youngins hungry
They might rob you for your teeth
Nigga, why we never spot you in the streets?
Duct tape around

small dicks
(Nah that ain't us, yo)
We just want to fuck with niggas with big dicks
(Yeah, that's us)
(I want some good pussy)

Big dicks
(Some good

the car his life up for auction
It's ah big ass funeral his life in a coffin
I aint tryna talk if it's up there
Lil bra went by hisself tryna see if he up

on me that's what got your lil ass touched
So much money it look like we robbed us a brinks truck
All this money you know that i'm putting this shit up
I

Yeah Boii

Jibbs

Jibbs Featuring Jibbs

2006

standing right by my side in black like he the Best Man

The cars is Plush
(Yeah boii)
Ain't chu that beatsta wit that big boii truck
(Yeah boii)
Ain't

gon' say that lil nigga got it
He always got a Glock tucked in his boxers
Hangin' out the window, that nigga wylin'
Glock big and black like Ben Wallace

know that they ain't finna spray shit
Rob a nigga, been too many nights that I ain't ate shit 

Certified stepper, I'm the leader of this ape shit

Four by four Benz truck on the ride
G Wagon with them lil ass lights on the side
Money Team Green bitch know how we ride
Four G Autos on the rims