"Rob That Nigga" lyrics
(feat. Southside)
Trapaholic biatch!
If we feel like you a pussy, run that chain and that watch
Do him dirty with the .30, put a bullet in his lock
Two shots, man down like Jordans, put him in the box
That baby slippin, wipe his nose, all that flexin' get him shot, hit it
LeBron, Flocka, James part five
Trap, Trap, Trap
Ay, Trap (Flocka fucker)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, hey)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, squad, squad)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (squad, bow!, Bow! Bow!)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga (bow!, Bow! Bow! Fuck 'em)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Queens squad!)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (you know)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga
If we feel like you a pussy run that chain and that watch
Do him dirty with the .30, put a bullet in his lock
Two shots, man down like Jordans, put him in the box
That baby slippin, wipe his nose, all that flexin' get him shot
Hittin' licks like lollipops, in the field like some crops
Askin' questions, I ain't stressin', no confession for the cops
Cross the line, connect the dots, broad day, fuck who what?
Melt the barrel on the Glock, Clayton County, one-stop shop
Oh, you got molly bows and blocks, I kick your door and pose as cops
See tonight might let you go, but all this dope is on the house
Yes, I'm grimy but not slimy, so I just might leave an ounce
Just got dispatched for a call, so I just might need to Flocka (Flocka)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, hey)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, squad, squad)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (squad, bow!, Bow! Bow!)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga (bow!, Bow! Bow! Fuck 'em)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Queens squad!)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (you know)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Trapaholics, real trap, shit)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga
Heard he got them pounds and pills, in his house, I'm on his heels
Hold that chopper like a drill, pop that nigga like a seal
Sippin' lean on that quill, down that nigga like Khalil
In these streets, like, fuck a deal, wipe his nose, can't skip a meal
Fuck how you think, fuck how you feel, get away, now that's unreal
Chopper bigger than O'Neal, when I lift it, better kneel
Boy, you know what time it is, bring that dope, them diamonds here
In the trap house you can find me there, when I appear, no robbers there
Pack that pussy pocket, pocket rocket to his noggin'
Don't cooperate, lil' boy, know that I'ma pop him
Rappers tuckin' chains in, bitches yellin' Squad
Ten milli Glock, I nicknamed it bodyguard (Flocka, Flocka)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, hey)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, squad, squad)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (squad, bow!, Bow! Bow!)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga (bow!, Bow! Bow! Fuck 'em)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Queens squad!)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (you know)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga
If we feel like you a pussy, run that chain and that watch
Do him dirty with the .30, put a bullet in his lock
Two shots, man down like Jordans, put him in the box
That baby slippin, wipe his nose, all that flexin' get him shot, hit it
LeBron, Flocka, James part five
Trap, Trap, Trap
Ay, Trap (Flocka fucker)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, hey)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, squad, squad)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (squad, bow!, Bow! Bow!)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga (bow!, Bow! Bow! Fuck 'em)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Queens squad!)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (you know)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (damn, son, where'd you find this?)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga
If we feel like you a pussy run that chain and that watch
Do him dirty with the .30, put a bullet in his lock
Two shots, man down like Jordans, put him in the box
That baby slippin, wipe his nose, all that flexin' get him shot
Hittin' licks like lollipops, in the field like some crops
Askin' questions, I ain't stressin', no confession for the cops
Cross the line, connect the dots, broad day, fuck who what?
Melt the barrel on the Glock, Clayton County, one-stop shop
Oh, you got molly bows and blocks, I kick your door and pose as cops
See tonight might let you go, but all this dope is on the house
Yes, I'm grimy but not slimy, so I just might leave an ounce
Just got dispatched for a call, so I just might need to Flocka (Flocka)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, hey)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, squad, squad)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (squad, bow!, Bow! Bow!)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga (bow!, Bow! Bow! Fuck 'em)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Queens squad!)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (you know)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Trapaholics, real trap, shit)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga
Heard he got them pounds and pills, in his house, I'm on his heels
Hold that chopper like a drill, pop that nigga like a seal
Sippin' lean on that quill, down that nigga like Khalil
In these streets, like, fuck a deal, wipe his nose, can't skip a meal
Fuck how you think, fuck how you feel, get away, now that's unreal
Chopper bigger than O'Neal, when I lift it, better kneel
Boy, you know what time it is, bring that dope, them diamonds here
In the trap house you can find me there, when I appear, no robbers there
Pack that pussy pocket, pocket rocket to his noggin'
Don't cooperate, lil' boy, know that I'ma pop him
Rappers tuckin' chains in, bitches yellin' Squad
Ten milli Glock, I nicknamed it bodyguard (Flocka, Flocka)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, hey)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (hey, squad, squad)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (squad, bow!, Bow! Bow!)
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga (bow!, Bow! Bow! Fuck 'em)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (Queens squad!)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga (you know)
Rob that nigga, fuck that nigga
Pull up, bet I'm dumpin', nigga
