Robbing Niggas
Lil' Ron
GENRE
[Intro]
Bitch
(I ain't gotta say too much, aye)
(Who made it?)
(My mom made it, bitch)
[Chorus]
Aye, bitch, I came up robbin' niggas
Now I ain't too happy bout' it but since a kid I was a problem nigga
Them niggas did what? Ok, lets slash all this problem nigga
Never goin' broke but shit, if I do then im robbin' niggas
[Verse 1]
Nd' yhea, I went to school, but not to study, I had to go trap
I left at lunch time to go get me some eat, I ain't never comin' back
Took my ass to the hood to smoke me a wood, nd' yhea to smoke me a pack
I ain't braggin' bout the shit lil nigga, im just sayin' im bout what I rap
My momma got eight kids, its a real struggle, nd' we gotta eat
Got tired of walkin', I save my trap money to go get me a jeep
I be really in the field, boy this shit is real, so you better stay with the heat
I suggest you niggas to go in the house if you niggas already in the streets
I pop me a X nd' get half, nd' diss my homies then you gunna die
Its heaven or hell, you family better hope god send you to the sky
I don't really give uh fuck, its middle finger to your momma, that bitch can die
Hope she get caught at the red light, nd' they don't ever let her by
We pop out with tecs nd' Glocks, this is not for play, we aim at his top
You think shes a good girl, then come to the hood to bitch nd' thot
Nd' we in the hood boy, so just duck if you hear some shots
They'll be like lil Ron, how the fuck you grow up with this shit on yo block?
I tell them
[Chorus]
Aye, bitch, I came up robbin' niggas
Now I ain't too happy bout' it but since a kid I was a problem nigga
Them niggas did what? Ok, lets slash all this problem nigga
Never goin' broke but shit, if I do then clearly im robbin' niggas
[Verse 2]
I think im the king of my city, I really came up im was trappin' on titties
Nd' all them bad hoes tryina give me some pussy, but I was too busy
Run me up a sack, I was sippin' on ack, thats why I look a lil silly
Glocks all in the back, so how are we lackin' if we then niggas gettin' busy
You niggas ain't toten a stick, you ain't loose yo homie then go through a hit
You ain't even kill yo opps, but ready to kill me over a bitch
Niggas all on live they all about talkin' bout me, they thinkin' its funny nd' shit
So I send him a clip with me nd' his bitch to see him how funny it get
This is bitch callin' nd' now she cryin' like "he don't even want me no more"
Now somethin' tell me, the shit that he was laughin' about ain't funny no mo'
Niggas like all drama, but I just sit back to my pennies and dollas
I just wanna show niggas they make me mad enough, ill fuck on yo momma
[Outro]
Aye, Im onna fuckin' come up, im feelin' great
Make me mad enough I bet ill fuck on one of yall sexy ass, thick ass, good lookin' ass mommas
I know how im fuckin' comin'
Aye
Btich
Aye
(Damn good that bitch up [?])
Bitch
(I ain't gotta say too much, aye)
(Who made it?)
(My mom made it, bitch)
[Chorus]
Aye, bitch, I came up robbin' niggas
Now I ain't too happy bout' it but since a kid I was a problem nigga
Them niggas did what? Ok, lets slash all this problem nigga
Never goin' broke but shit, if I do then im robbin' niggas
[Verse 1]
Nd' yhea, I went to school, but not to study, I had to go trap
I left at lunch time to go get me some eat, I ain't never comin' back
Took my ass to the hood to smoke me a wood, nd' yhea to smoke me a pack
I ain't braggin' bout the shit lil nigga, im just sayin' im bout what I rap
My momma got eight kids, its a real struggle, nd' we gotta eat
Got tired of walkin', I save my trap money to go get me a jeep
I be really in the field, boy this shit is real, so you better stay with the heat
I suggest you niggas to go in the house if you niggas already in the streets
I pop me a X nd' get half, nd' diss my homies then you gunna die
Its heaven or hell, you family better hope god send you to the sky
I don't really give uh fuck, its middle finger to your momma, that bitch can die
Hope she get caught at the red light, nd' they don't ever let her by
We pop out with tecs nd' Glocks, this is not for play, we aim at his top
You think shes a good girl, then come to the hood to bitch nd' thot
Nd' we in the hood boy, so just duck if you hear some shots
They'll be like lil Ron, how the fuck you grow up with this shit on yo block?
I tell them
[Chorus]
Aye, bitch, I came up robbin' niggas
Now I ain't too happy bout' it but since a kid I was a problem nigga
Them niggas did what? Ok, lets slash all this problem nigga
Never goin' broke but shit, if I do then clearly im robbin' niggas
[Verse 2]
I think im the king of my city, I really came up im was trappin' on titties
Nd' all them bad hoes tryina give me some pussy, but I was too busy
Run me up a sack, I was sippin' on ack, thats why I look a lil silly
Glocks all in the back, so how are we lackin' if we then niggas gettin' busy
You niggas ain't toten a stick, you ain't loose yo homie then go through a hit
You ain't even kill yo opps, but ready to kill me over a bitch
Niggas all on live they all about talkin' bout me, they thinkin' its funny nd' shit
So I send him a clip with me nd' his bitch to see him how funny it get
This is bitch callin' nd' now she cryin' like "he don't even want me no more"
Now somethin' tell me, the shit that he was laughin' about ain't funny no mo'
Niggas like all drama, but I just sit back to my pennies and dollas
I just wanna show niggas they make me mad enough, ill fuck on yo momma
[Outro]
Aye, Im onna fuckin' come up, im feelin' great
Make me mad enough I bet ill fuck on one of yall sexy ass, thick ass, good lookin' ass mommas
I know how im fuckin' comin'
Aye
Btich
Aye
(Damn good that bitch up [?])
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