Robbery ft. Lme Jay Lyrics

What's wrong lil' baby, let me know what's what

I heard you got a man, he broke as hell, that shit suck

Money fresh out the bank, when I touch it, paper cut

Oh you want, some of this, come and make it like a slut

She keep staring at my pants , know she see the blicky tuck

In the party with my wood, all the hoes drunk as fuck

Man, I wish a nigga would, they gon' find him in the trunk

Two shots to the head, left him stankin like a skunk

He get hit with shotgun, that's foh sitting in the front

Then take him out of shit, now on the gram, he can't stunt

Then I go and get some Neck, why I roll, me a blunt

This ain't Reggie in the air, boy, this shit all runtz

You a rapper, not a robber, I can tell you not about it

You see me, I'm out here robbin', let you know cause I ain't hidin

And I'm on the six in case you think about a slidin

You can tell I'm on tip, bae, just look me in my eyes

If he slide through our block, it's gon' be a homicide

Tell bro get his piece, when they slide, them niggas diein

I was ready to catch a head, they inside the crib hidin

When I slide through the block, they like birds bullets flyin

I'm in traffic with that shit, what you need, hit my line

Catch him bending through our block, pull him out and gun ''em down

Took the back off my K, I ain't like the way it sound

You a rapper, not a robber, I can tell you not about it

You see me, I'm out here robbin', let you know cause shit poppin

Yeah, we on the East, so don't think about sliding

Opps two turnt , painted his whole head, he like Ronald

Niggas, they be dissing on the net, niggas lying

Mad about your mans, cause he in the air flying

Wish he was a star, not his ass, big shining

Put the flash on his ass, you can call it FaceTiming

Put the flash on his ass, you can call it FaceTiming

Opps two turnt, painted his whole head, he like Ronald

You a rapper, not a robber, I can tell you not about it

You see me, I'm out here robbin', let you know cause I ain't hidin

And I'm on the 6 in case you think about a slidin

You can tell I'm on tip, bae, just look me in my eyes

If he slide through our block, it's gon' be a homicide

Told bro, get his piece, kuz when they slide, them niggas diein

I was ready to catch a head, they inside the crib hidin

When I slide through the block, they like birds, bullets flyin