Rob Me a b*tch lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Corb]
Jumpin' up out the steamer, lookin’ meaner than a mad man
Poppin' the Glock, makin' a stain, countin’ up all of these dividends mane
Scan Man, K-Rock, hoppin' out with the infrared
Red mask, chrome thang, took his cheese, left him dead
Took his f*ckin' body to an area of sanitation
Body was rotten, body was stankin', mane, I call it mutilation
Body feelin' kinda numb, chiefin' blunts out in the cold
I cannot stop robbin' 'cause them demons in my f*ckin’ soul
Splurgin’ n*ggas ridin' clean, make me want to pull your card
Just because you got some gold an nouveau, mane, don’t make you hot
I will creep on your ass, time to break your f*ckin' face
Catch a rope around your throat and then I leave no f*ckin' trace
Leave no trace they find of me, after I done evil sh*t
Lookin' behind, look at my face, ’cause I leave no evidence
If I leave some evidence then I'ma be a marked man
Empty out your Glock, he try to throw me in a f*ckin' van

[Chorus: Skitzo & Lil Corb]
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
[Verse 2: Skitzo]
My pockets kinda lonely, hard times on me, I can't take this sh*t
Police aim for Skitzo, I won't bizzow, I just stang a b*tch
A major hit is what I need to put myself right back on top
I think I got my mane, quickly c*ckin' back my f*ckin' Glock
I done caught, me a lemon slippin', hit him, stick him, flip him for his yay'
Daze him with the gauge, buckshots spray in case he see my face
Splurgin' ass b*tches be watchin' your back while you sellin' your dope I be scopin' your track and intentions you makin', no quick to recieve
Drop it off quick or be countin' your Zs
Never plead, I don't fear, smile for this infrared
Flash, mane, but it ain't cold to get me Skitzo on your dope track
From a yard, from a foot, from a mile, or even inches
Skitzo gonna always keep a lookout for you splurgin' b*tches
Hustlin' since the age of tewelve, straight up biz with [?]
Bonin', gankin', conin', slangin', I won't stop, until I'm bail
Might as well collect your meal, I say this, you say that
If I see you splurgin', b*tch, best believe you gon' get jacked
Just like that, n*gga comin' clean with them Ox and Vogues
Five hoes dipped in gold, show none, leave my pockets swole
Sell your soul, don't be 'fraid, either way, I still get paid
Lay it down on the ground, or on the ground you gon' lay
Anyway, Skitzo can't be stuck in all this poverty
Until I hit the lottery, I keep commitin' this robbery

[Chorus: Skitzo & Lil Corb]
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a b*tch, rob me a b*tch
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me f*cked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Before you get your grave dug from the main thug
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
'Fore you-'fore-'fore you get your grave dug from the main thug
Where-where-where the cash at? Where the stash at?
'For-'fore you get your grave dug from the main thug
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
'Fo-'fo-'fore you get your grave dug from the main thug