Rob The Robber lyrics

[Verse 1 ?]
When you broke, it ain't no having fun
[?] gun
When it's time to eat, you gotta snatch and run
I'm f*cked up, need a way to eat
If I ain't wake up to get my cake up, I'm better off being still asleep
Ant I ain't never make the honor roles
If I want a job, I gotta [?]
I get the bag, I get the stash, I stay on [?]
[?] put the play on
This oldhead named Moe Red
Been hustling for a while, so I know he got some mo bread
I heard he f*cking with the feds, he should've been booked
I heard he got a trap house, [?]
I posted up, doing my steakout
[?] way out
[?] this exactly how I play out
[?] cake out
[?] whole time [?] got the mag out
[?] stash house
[?] I fall back and take [?]
[?]

[Verse 2 ?]
n*gga I was 16, I had half a block [?]
Ain't going on that block, I heard the cops there
Man, stash the Glock there
Stash the notts there, stash the pot here
This my motherf*cking trap, feends walking out the back
[?] walking through the front door, tossing me a strap
I'm like eh
[Verse 3 ?]
You is not 'bout it, [?]
You wanna go and hunt for the n*gga, [?]
I don't talk to a lot of these n*ggas, they undercover
No I don't fear big homies, f*ck your brother
I've been getting money, if you didn't know
[?]
This sh*t can get [?]
And I ain't gotta leave the crib [?]

[Verse 4: Molly Brazy]
These n*ggas swear they getting money, they sware to god they're making trips
Please stop lying 'bout the trap, cause you ain't slanging sh*t
All this n*gga talk about is bagging up and weighing it
n*gga shut your broke ass up, you ain't never sold a brick
[?] these n*ggas wild, you know I gotta keep a stick
Talking down on bros, I'll get you gone just like [?]
The name is Molly, [?], sure, you can take a lick
But after that, I gotta blast, ain't no catching feelings, b*tch
Got the 9 in my [?]
Bad b*tches in the whip, know we smoking out the zip
Let my bestie roll, cause she know how I like my sh*t to hit
[?] in my sprite, hell na, you can't take a sip
I'm higher than [?], you can see us through [?]