I rob too much lyrics

[Intro]
(I rob too much I lick c*nt with my Pistol)
I rob too much I lick c*nt with my Pistol
Hm, Slikk

[Chorus]
Ten straps in the Louie, ho (Louie hoe)
Blow on me still looking for the [?] hoe
Sand box like a phone call (Phone call)
Reese scratch like Fishmix off a b*tch walls (Yuh)
Sipping drank with no withdrawals (Bow)
I rob too much, I lick c*nts with my pistol
Selling hmobb and crystal
And fat cocaine rocks by the motherf*cking fistful

[Verse 1]
I be always [?]
Burn rubber if you [?] wit' them bricks, foo
So annoying, and you better let me hit too
And if you act saditty I'ma slap you wit' my Pistol
Police ass b*tch, I don't miss you
Always tryna' f*ckin' snitch when I pimp you
Red beam on your dome like a Hindu
Shave my di*k bald head, Mace Windu
Twenty ho's, fishmixx in my body count
Backpack dumb b*tch, get the f*ck from 'round
'Fore you speak to a pimp get your money out
f*ck n*ggas really think they can just run they mouth
I'm the type of thug n*gga who gon' f*ck your spouse
Seen your ho elsewhere, never kiss at all
Let her suck the longgod, plus lick the balls
Shawty got the c*mwad on her teeth and all
Motherf*ck a bum botch, she gon' check her bra
God bless you suckas who lookin' negative
No f*ckin' wonder, such a bloody world
Whole lotta money, whole lotta c*nty girls
[Interlude]
Slikk, Slikk, Finance (Whole lotta c*nty girls)
Slikk, Slikk, hoeboss, hoeboss

[Chorus]
Ten straps in the Louie, ho (Louie hoe)
Blow on me still looking for the [?] hoe
Sand box like a phone call (Phone call)
Reese scratch like Fishmix off a b*tch walls (Yuh)
Sipping drank with no withdrawals (Bow)
I rob too much, I lick c*nts with my pistol
Selling hmobb and crystal
And fat cocaine rocks by the motherf*cking fistful

[Verse 2]
Ruben Slikk, long di*k swag
Came in the club with the mask, so she suck my gnads
But I said, "Where's my ball condoms?" (Where my balls condoms?)
It's 2015, we gotta make some ball condoms
Real pimp sh*t over here
I'm makin' my own lube and puttin' codeine in that sh*t
And everybody know about me
You could pour up your lube, or you could put it in the pus*y
Thug n*gga, I'm an iced up
Tight mothaf*cka doin' all of the right stuff
And yo b*tch know about me ('Bout me)
Go with me baby, you could suck on my right B-
A-A, all, all, b*tch (All my balls)
You could get both balls, b*tch, all of it
'Cause you know I got the whole package (Whole package)
Tryna get that motherf*ckin' sh*t, and all the waxin'?
All the motherf*ckin' dope, b*tch
Gotta get sh*t, b*tch, gotta get f*ckin' more rich
Bet you gotta f*ck another ho b*tch
You gotta put her on the strip and tell that ho to bring that blow di*k
Fat packs of that damn crack
Cook in the kitchen, pullin' out ten packs
f*ck the b*tch on her cycle though
'Cause the b*tch ain't finna bust, give credit though
And I still f*ck a bad b*tch
Young savage n*gga, ain't scared of blood, kill n*ggas
Young thugged out b*tch n*gga
I'm a thugged out b*tch ass ho ass f*ckin' b*tch
[Outro]
Betcha can't f*ck this b*tch just like this b*tch (c*m Christo)
Betcha can't f*ck her face just like this b*tch
Betcha can't f*ck this b*tch just like this b*tch
Betcha can't f*ck her face just like this b*tch
Betcha can't f*ck that hoe just like this b*tch
Betcha can't f*ck her face just like this b*tch