David Cash - Think Ima Rob My Connect lyrics

(Hook) Think I run anotha street Lil n***a, ain't gettin' that back bu*t up on me, I'mma hit 'im wit the gack Pack plack, slap slap n***a take all of the prison n***a take ova the street I hope ya know we don't f** around unda the bodies I run off all mean I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin', I ain't lyin' I'mma blurr my ? Big b**h with me, her nails blue So I went and bought the b**h fine red shoe And I'mma train the b**h to rain off with the pills And the suz, and the weed and the lean and the money-yade Lil mommy learn that no cost,... no cost, no cost, no buss Run off while I pull in insertible I ain't scarred neither, I been bustin' cherries All the rope down the motor-way Took half of it to the photo-shoot My bunny is ... oooh (Hook) Think I'mma rob my connect (run it) Oh, get the money, get the money, get the loot Tell em get the yayo too sh** on my yung n***as all soon And I sell lil n***as all thru (Verse 2) I sell lil n***as all thru, lil n***as that are said to do Pan fitter, game snub, I do Since the racks on racks they do it for the due, fo nothin They do it fo nothin, do it fo nothin, they ain't see me comin' According to plan, we mashed up ? and we kick you the f** up Flipped it, backed out, I noticed spout my eyes closed Got a foreign b**h in the foreign Gimme the rundown, ye ain't even know it Found a burner and you couldn't get chew it I meet in port, I got export I got transports, to ? sports, to good sport and long sport All my ins just like the homie, had a bad baby mom, was golden Get evil like the omen, the burners, I'm a show man I'm a show man, this that shout, this that shout This fo sure, all duct tape and blindfold And gagged up, it's yo fault (Hook) Think I'mma rob my connect (run it) Oh, get the money, get the money, get the loot Tell em get the yayo too sh** on my yung n***as all soon And I sell lil n***as all thru