Lyrics:
[Lil Rob]
Times are getting crazy holmes
Things are a lot different than they used to be homie
A lotta these foo's need to back the fuck up
You know?
Word to the pusher, nigga never kept a job
Boobie gave me game
We used to sell dope and rob
I left a stain off in Carol City
My last name should
rob 'em
Aaaaaaaaayye
I fell in love with this money and Violence
Aaaaaaaaayye
Strap by my side, who the fuck want Them problems
Whip
In the kitchen
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, yea yeah
Leave my hands dirty, I'ma bury that nigga
Live by the gun, you gon' be first, lil' nigga
Finger on the trigger, don't
with you
Gun jam, say the motherfucker wouldn't shoot (alright)
Gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit fucking with you
You, I gotta quit
bitch)
By the end of the night i did it right i prolly fucked your bitch now (lil bitch)
Who gone fold in that jam when they know niggas snitching
Got
gorilla stitch
40 years go by man still snitch
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
It was amateur night I played
yours nigga
I don't give no fuck, nigga
Gang shit
One one one, huh
Grrr, bow, bow bow
Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot
Go rob
to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree /give me
need the W by any means, yadada
Yadada mean, tell that lil' bitch that I'm outta her league
Enough is enough, and I think I'm allergic to suckers
You
breathing, try, rob, it's pop, pop
Got me high up off this juice, She trynna record I flute, I flew away
All up on me you could wait, strapped up put the food
that risk
(Lil nigga ran I swear he a bitch)
Hell nah ian sending no diss
(Lil nigga he ain't rob me for shit)
Hell nah ian drinking no tris
(Lil nigga
that's as evil as shit I am
Real demon, I'ma look you in your eyes in that jam
I'm seein' murder like the all-seein' eye by the dollar
Evil's runnin'
ready to blam somethin'
This thirty not made by Glock, I hope this bitch don't jam
In the hood with all this cheese on me (on one, bitch)
See a fuck
H-Town mob figgas
Rob niggas, on the block affiliated with drug dealers
Go getters, and a hundred percent thug niggas
You don't want to step to us, you
(Ouuu, Sav killed it)
Why this lil' nigga keep
Dissin' me on Twitter? (What the fuck?)
Blew this bitch pussy out the frame
I'ma killer (God damn)
live by the code never switch on my guys
You pop you a pill to go rob a guy ,
I scoop up my brother and go hitta house
Look
I do not need me no pills
is Grand Larceny
Grand Larceny
I'm a kleptomaniac when a jam is packed
You can fight all night, but you'll still get jacked
By the show
or grab a blick and jugg and rob
Run down on niggas like it’s a stickup
He tryna get his stick up
He get lit up
And now a nigga cuffed up
Thinkin what I
got they attention real niggas
Don't switch nah we stick to the code
Them niggas you with is they real legit but you stuck in the jam
So they switching
him locked up in that jam
Lil nigga you better take care of yo fam
Hit lil baby I make her scram
We gone make a lil noise
We gone make a lil jam
never had, nigga get the bag
Give it back to my fam, boy I am who I am
Hope I don't get in a jam in the jam
Had a dream of eating lamb in the Lamb
(Jam)
Shawty I don't beef
But I love dessert
So we can talk it out
Let it squish like
(Jam)

I like how it bounce
And I like how it twist
sendin me
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