| The whip's cold |
| The back's squashed |
| There's no pot |
| Been here for like a whole hour waiting for the fox |
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| 5 keys |
| Yes indeed |
| We'll take the lot |
| If we get this job right, then today we're gone |
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| Bro your bredrin best not let us down |
| "Sure this is the house?" |
| Coming like he's nowhere to be found |
| "Blud, I said we gotta wait it out |
| Second that's the back — stay alert, we're gonna pounce" |
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| Ight cuz, I ain't even gonna do no more |
| But I seen that Honda spin twice — I think it's feds for sure |
| "Ain't a thing, calm down, get up from the floor |
| Plus you know I got it fully tinted, waive off the law" |
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| Cah it's a robbery |
| Yeah, we ain't wanna take your food |
| But when we ain't got it, what you gonna do? |
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| Who garn stop me |
| When I'm with 1-2 of the goons |
| And there's big guns aimed at your troops |
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| Yeah, it's a robbery |
| Plus to you that ain't shit |
| That's all your dad's money — man, you'll live |
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| So talk properly |
| When in the money, don't flinch |
| Just give us what we want, then the dip |
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| Finally, we seen the mark pulling up |
| Mask on deck, gloves tight, and we're hooded up |
| Jumped out and ran at him — ain't have a chance to try react |
| Formed a chokehold while the mandem wack him widda bat |
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| Ran his pockets, found his keys and opened up the door |
| Pushed the prick through, looked back, made sure no one saw |
| Watch Trey do his thing — start kicking out his jaw |
| Asked him, "Where's the food, AS, or he ain't no more" |
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| He's breathing heavy, blood dripping all down his face |
| But you can tell that if he could, he'd try go insane |
| But the kid weren't a fool — now he's seen a blade |
| He said, "Check under the bed, the bags blue and grey" |
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| They went and searched while I kept my dagger in his face |
| He looked at me, said, "You're making a big mistake" |
| I peeped the accent — said, "You're jugging in the wrong place" |
| Then the mandem called for me — now we're in the game |
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| Cah it's a robbery |
| Yeah, we ain't wanna take your food |
| But when we ain't got it, what you gonna do? |
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| Who garn stop me |
| When I'm with 1-2 of the goons |
| And there's big guns aimed at your troops |
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| Yeah, it's a robbery |
| Plus to you that ain't shit |
| That's all your dad's money — man, you'll live |
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| So talk properly |
| When in the money, don't flinch |
| Just give us what we want, then the dip |
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| Mandem walked out charged, backpack full of pies |
| Was 'bout to leave out but suin' ain't sit right |
| It all felt too easy |
| I told the mandem "wait there while I go see" |
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| Got in his bedroom and I flipped round the whole scene |
| Trey like, "What for?" |
| I said, "I know that he's got more" |
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| Kept digging through, got my stomach turning |
| While looking at him, I could see he's getting nervous |
| I could feel that I was getting hot |
| Opened up the draw, stepped back — seen the bundle drop pshh |
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| That's 59 bricks at least, don |
| Please, don't say this is a dream, God |
| With ease swept it up — gang helped too |
| Then I flew out the gaff like: what a move |
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