"Robbin' Hood" lyrics
(feat. Lex The Hex Master & The R.O.C)
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard
All the bills that I break and burn
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard all the bills that I break and burn
Blazzy make it brave
While bitches still giving head up and down like a barber
Nobody should get fed
Who wanna get lifted with the gangs?
Not enough of you and your mans to get fucked up
I grow weed, call me Mr. Green Thumb
Smoke a little bit, better get your body numb
What up though?
Where I'm from, what I'm throw is a green in the city
Like a four and the people always see them
Going to see the nice and with the cats in
Back up, everything must go, it's so cold
The wrist get reach up
Empty in the blacks on the backs of the working man
Who never gets a break
Streets go dark
No more lights in the park
They burning down the high
The workers saying hard hard
I say fuck you
All my dead getting loot
It's laying around the hood like a fucking prostitute
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard all the bills that I break and burn
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard all the bills that I break and burn
Straight boasting
Got this shit boasted
Marijuana smoking
Focusing on my money motions
No emotions
Living life to the fullest
Masked up in bullets
Still a magnet for the bullets
You don't have it cause I took it
Imagine how it's looking
Ballies in the crook until I'm shackled in the bunkies
After what I'm cooking
It's supposed to be raw
For my ninja by the store
Sticking pistols in your jaw
Official to the core
Why you tricking on them whores of course?
My niggas hanging at Porsche
And all that shit you floss
For you the boss
See your whole shit get tossed
Freezing in your drawers
With a mouth full of gauze
Make your punk ass report
Take a nigga to court
And have them boys hunt you down
For that new shit you bought
This the way that we was taught
Nigga fucked up and poor
Coming to take yours
All you cowards better lock your doors
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Living life no equal
Shooting them free throws
Hot to the next hood
And serving with the people
Lethal across all courts
When I saw this divorce
Assist to the day
All on cease, shake them up, take force
One tone, no guns
Dudes shoot for fun
Mad rocks when they popping
So hearty drop sun
Night time boots find a path
A new grind
Studio time with Blaze
Killing scraps, rhymes
Permeate my face
The veil on the drum machine
My little brother G
Wanna spit and release
But mom sit the whistle
He gots to get the hustling
But we still on the mic
Steady bussing
Bussing to the next track
Retract the snare in the wrong place
Go ahead and leave us something new
That they won't fade
We raise the stakes in the hood
All the rhyme new day, new time
Check the time, jaw
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard
All the bills that I break and burn
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard all the bills that I break and burn
Blazzy make it brave
While bitches still giving head up and down like a barber
Nobody should get fed
Who wanna get lifted with the gangs?
Not enough of you and your mans to get fucked up
I grow weed, call me Mr. Green Thumb
Smoke a little bit, better get your body numb
What up though?
Where I'm from, what I'm throw is a green in the city
Like a four and the people always see them
Going to see the nice and with the cats in
Back up, everything must go, it's so cold
The wrist get reach up
Empty in the blacks on the backs of the working man
Who never gets a break
Streets go dark
No more lights in the park
They burning down the high
The workers saying hard hard
I say fuck you
All my dead getting loot
It's laying around the hood like a fucking prostitute
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard all the bills that I break and burn
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I take it
Spend the money and I hoard all the bills that I break and burn
Straight boasting
Got this shit boasted
Marijuana smoking
Focusing on my money motions
No emotions
Living life to the fullest
Masked up in bullets
Still a magnet for the bullets
You don't have it cause I took it
Imagine how it's looking
Ballies in the crook until I'm shackled in the bunkies
After what I'm cooking
It's supposed to be raw
For my ninja by the store
Sticking pistols in your jaw
Official to the core
Why you tricking on them whores of course?
My niggas hanging at Porsche
And all that shit you floss
For you the boss
See your whole shit get tossed
Freezing in your drawers
With a mouth full of gauze
Make your punk ass report
Take a nigga to court
And have them boys hunt you down
For that new shit you bought
This the way that we was taught
Nigga fucked up and poor
Coming to take yours
All you cowards better lock your doors
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Living life no equal
Shooting them free throws
Hot to the next hood
And serving with the people
Lethal across all courts
When I saw this divorce
Assist to the day
All on cease, shake them up, take force
One tone, no guns
Dudes shoot for fun
Mad rocks when they popping
So hearty drop sun
Night time boots find a path
A new grind
Studio time with Blaze
Killing scraps, rhymes
Permeate my face
The veil on the drum machine
My little brother G
Wanna spit and release
But mom sit the whistle
He gots to get the hustling
But we still on the mic
Steady bussing
Bussing to the next track
Retract the snare in the wrong place
Go ahead and leave us something new
That they won't fade
We raise the stakes in the hood
All the rhyme new day, new time
Check the time, jaw
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
Show my face in the spot
I don't care what you do
Bags of cash, I took it
Spent the money and I heard all the bills that I break down
