Robber lyrics

Cash
Khroam on the beat
[Chorus: NCG MadMax]
Boy you a-, boy you a hoe, my cousin a robber
Run up on me and get hit with the chopper
b*tch I been thuggin' since I was a toddler
Fresh outta jail on they neck like a collar
Young n*gga cold, think it's the rollie
24 shots in my Glock call me Kobe
Boy you a baby remind me of Jodie
Get shot in your face if I find out you owe me
If I ever go broke imma stick up a store
Tie up your uncle b*tch get on the floor
Don't reach for my chain imma get deathrow
Uppin' the Ruger imma knock off his fro
Go to the club and I pull out the racks
Your b*tch in the 6 and I'm breakin' her back
I got like 50 rounds on the MAC
Stackin' my money it's taller than Shaq

[Verse: NCG MadMax]
Your jewelry be fake lil n*gga
That gang that you claimin' ain't claimin' you n*gga
Picasso I pull up and paint me a n*gga
Pop up while you sleep leave your brains on the pillow
Beat a n*gga now he look like a panda
They know I been thuggin' since I was in pampers
I'm all bout the bud like I'm playin' for Tampa
I came from the streets like [?]
[Chorus: NCG MadMax]
Boy you a-, boy you a hoe, my cousin a robber
Run up on me and get hit with the chopper
b*tch I been thuggin' since I was a toddler
Fresh outta jail on they neck like a collar
Young n*gga cold, think it's the rollie
24 shots in my Glock call me Kobe
Boy you a baby remind me of Jodie
Get shot in your face if I find out you owe me
If I ever go broke imma stick up a store
Tie up your uncle b*tch get on the floor
Don't reach for my chain imma get deathrow
Uppin' the Ruger imma knock off his fro
Go to the club and I pull out the racks
Your b*tch in the 6 and I'm breakin' her back
I got like 50 rounds on the MAC
Stackin' my money it's taller than Shaq

[Verse: Quin NFN]
Hol' on
Hol' on
Ayy
Everything gotta be understood
It ain't no hesitation to pick up a payment go get me a check and I'm good
Now I'm poppin' like bacon and these hoes wanna fake it but I'm tryna hit me a jug
n*gga drop a location quit fakin' my young n*ggas waiting to get in your hood
Boy you a b*tch my n*ggas be jackin'
I took his b*tch she came with a mattress
My lil b*tch thick like she came in a package
Then I might send a blitz if I feels like It's action
And we took his chain he better quit lackin'
But we not gon' post it and put it on captions
I ain't tryna f*ck and you know I ain't passin'
Gonna slide on a glove lil b*tch I'm Michael Jackson
[Chorus: NCG MadMax]
Boy you a-, boy you a hoe, my cousin a robber
Run up on me and get hit with the chopper
b*tch I been thuggin' since I was a toddler
Fresh outta jail on they neck like a collar
Young n*gga cold, think it's the rollie
24 shots in my Glock call me Kobe
Boy you a baby remind me of Jodie
Get shot in your face if I find out you owe me
If I ever go broke imma stick up a store
Tie up your uncle b*tch get on the floor
Don't reach for my chain imma get deathrow
Uppin' the Ruger imma knock off his fro
Go to the club and I pull out the racks
Your b*tch in the 6 and I'm breakin' her back
I got like 50 rounds on the MAC
Stackin' my money it's taller than Shaq