Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
(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
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
no food on my plate, should I go rob n kill, I had to go to da stu finna drop me a tape, feel it’s my time fr, imma stay dangerous lil bitch, cuz
to em
I'm tired of rappers just sliding by
With z a y ain't no bypass
You can't get pass without an I-pass
Stop mumble rapping nigga let it go
This
know your ledge) your life flash by
Hey, kid, walk straight, master your high
Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go
Catch me in
a body before a nigga rob me
Ask about the two last niggas that try me got me smoking on lil Rico and lil Bobby
I’m affiliated with the rolling 60 so
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
rob ya
I told you to be careful of your karma
Cuz what goes around come around like nascar
I'm the best nigga you had by far
I bright light to yo nights
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
(Kepadamu)
If you back that thing up
Yo I'm gon' hit it
Verse 1
Yo, I make jams
Sure clubs gon' blast
Make 'em freaks dance
Lose g-strings fast
Yes I love
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