Robbery
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Walking out the club, nigga looking at me funny
I'm already pissed 'cause I threw too much money
But I ain't tripping, I know that nigga ain't no dummy
This MAC got a 50, I'll leave his face ugly
But that bitch at the crib, lowkey I'm sleeping
Before I knew it, this nigga ran up on me trippin'
Twice in the air (gimme everything)
I ain't struggle at all, gave him everything
I ain't panic, hopped in my whip and left
Time to do some homework, I gotta put that boy to rest
He look like a killer, I'm 'bout to put him to the test
Wanna kill me a nigga, all you see in my face is death, nigga (want this nigga)
On the 'Gram scrolling trough to my timeline (I'm just chillin')
On some hoes page, look what I find (lookie here)
A stripper bitch post him as her MCM (lil' bitch)
Same lil' bitch was just in my DM (I'm on it)
Use her to get to him
You know it's up, I'm splitting him
I see his whip, I'm flipping that
The dealership won't want it back
Let me write her back and get her contact (what's your line)
And call them killers up, it's time to do some contracts (on God)
Matter fact, I'ma get him set up by to the stripper
Tell her I got 50, I know that hoe gon' be with it
She fuck so many niggas, I know she ain't got no feelings
And I'm sticking to the code, when he drops she goin' with him
Ain't talking to no niggas, I'ma keep 'em out my business
You know how it goes, street niggas turn witness
Going trough my 'Gram, she just hit me with them digits
She said, "Call later", 'cause she laid up with her nigga, oh yeah
This might be my only chance to do him
Gotta shut his mouth before he talk and spread the rumor
If the word hit the streets, that he robbed me
And he get killed, the police gon' wanna find me (they gon' be on me)
Hello
Ay look, I know you said call later, and you with dude or whatever, but look
Send me your location, I'ma put it in my GPS right now
And just see how far you is, so when you leave just call me, bet
Hell yeah, I got the location (I got the location)
Now I'm outside of they crib, I'm just waiting (I'm on it)
I'm texting her like how much longer, I'm impatient (how long?)
She don't know, I'm 'bout to light the block up like it's Vegas
Might stand over that boy like, bitch, this is what you get for playin' (bitch)
I ain't tryna talk, it's a wrap start praying (it's over)
He coming out, my first shot gon' be a headshot
I'ma put this Draco in his dreadlocks
I can't wait to see his blood runnin' out
Run up in his crib, find his bitch, knock her frontal out
She text me back like, be on yo' way in 2 mins
She don't know that in 2 mins she ain't gon' be livin'
He got in his whip, I ran up and I hit him
When the gun smoke clear, I saw it was the wrong nigga, what the fuck?
Now I gotta kidnap her, this a first, nigga
I don't know how kidnaps works
I'ma kill 'em, but I gotta get my shit back first
Damn
To be continued, fuck
Let me get this bitch, come on
Autor(es): Terry Sanchez Wallace