How To Rob A Rapper (Explicit)

How To Rob A Rapper (Explicit) - YG/Mozzy/D3szn

Lyrics by：Terrace Martin/Ambiance Sound/Keenon Jackson/Mitchell Pennell/Terry Kevontay Watson/Glenstine Rodney/Timothy Cornell Patterson

Composed by：Terrace Martin/Ambiance Sound/Keenon Jackson/Mitchell Pennell/Terry Kevontay Watson/Glenstine Rodney/Timothy Cornell Patterson

Welcome to the mind of a motherf**kin' maniac

Pray for me y'all uh

Stick up stick up stick up stick up

This for all my broke real n***as

Who squeeze triggers but they don't pay you to be active

Peep game I'ma teach you how to rob a rapper

Catch a n***a lackin' he slackin' on IG Live

He gon' show his whereabouts on accident he be high

He gon' show the jewels he wearin' and the car that he drive

Stupid n***a showed the same location three times

And it seem like every Friday at the eight

He flex crustation men used he like to date

Sit it out in the front catch him at the valet

Never mind it's Beverly Hills you don't wanna catch no case

Scratch that big Bach he gon' slip up again

Gotta make it count so you gotta score to win

Don't get frustrated it's complicated he always with his friends

Look there he go by himself slippin' he in that Benz

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Ayy we gon' use a dummy pace to hit his management

I'ma need your artist on my album what's the damages

I got the cameraman with me let's shoot a movie too

Before I hung up on homie told him it's bulletproof

They on the way call the gang and put him on the plate

A watch alone without the stones it go for thirty K

Slide luxury under where Minnesota plays

Youngin in the back lookin' sketchy he never show his face

There they go in that bourbon they let him through the gate

Finna bounce out on it 'til I told him Wait

We gon' let him get bumped up before we strip his a*s

Nah never mind n***a let's get this bag what's happenin'

Run the pieces can curl lil' n***a give me that

Or you gon' have to eat this fifty pack yeah

F**k the Cuban they callin' to get this tennis back

Already sold it ain't no gettin' it back ah

I can teach you how to rob a rapper

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These rappers wanna come to the bricks and flash chips

In the hood we was structured for robbin' and field trips

It was a Friday the perfect time to hit a lick

You tryna use the hood for clout on time we plottin' on your s**t

I see him pull up I chuck the hood up you know you good blood

Sick the homegirl's on a n***a make him think it's hood love

And he ain't been a gangster so you know that it's a stickup

You better pay the homies 'fore you try to come flick up

Okay it's time to make a move on this n***a

Give me all your s**t or b***h I'm pullin' the trigger

I need that chain the watch and all the cash you got

Don't be thinkin' s**t sweet when you pull up on my block

To the jewelry to the plaza turned the jewels to some guap

I could teach you how to rob I could teach you how to flock

This Bonny on the watch and we ain't givin' no passes

If he move funny better blast it

Blast it

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