Robnhood Tra - Who You Gon Rob lyrics

[Intro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] (Earl on the Beat) Hood (OG Parker) Let's go [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I put that money over b*tches, MOB fu*k I'ma do if I ain't got no job? I gotta eat and they want me to starve Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob? Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha) I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard Go where I want, I'm still rockin' my Audemars Hoodrat b*tch say she still tryna fu*k me raw Petty lil' ni**a stole from me, I cut him off Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it I've been to war with these ni**as, I'm a veteran (I've been to war) They don't want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy) He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried) [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] fu*k all this sh*t, I don't cherish it I see these ni**as acting hard, they characters Say you was serving, but ni**a used to walk to the store Had to trap out by graveyard to [0:48] grove Real ni**a, fu*k all that clout, y'all hoes In the trap, same clothes, it don't never close Run when you see 12, better not open that door (fu*k 12) fu*k that, jump off the patio (I'm gone) I was stayin' down with K-Town by it's 3014 sh*t, the playground I was just sharp with the strap in the book bag Came from the west, in the airport, touchdown Check my watch, I'm screamin' time Bustdown, trappin', learned how to survive Watch for the camouflage, they in disguise I cannot dwell on her, I bought a [?][1:07] My b*tch say she need me, fu*k it, bye, huh Say you want my chain, try Wanna know what I bang? Glocks Whole different spot for the lean in the rocks This sh*t in my blood, I blame my pops Money for real, this sh*t ain't no props fu*k all that talkin', let off some shots One in the head, this sh*t already co*ked (Boom) Run up on me, I'ma send you to God [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I put that money over b*tches, MOB fu*k I'ma do if I ain't got no job? I gotta eat and they want me to starve Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob? Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha) I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard Go where I want, I'm still rockin' my Audemars Hoodrat b*tch say she still tryna fu*k me raw Petty lil' ni**a stole from me, I cut him off Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it I've been to war with these ni**as, I'm a veteran (I've been to war) They don't want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy) He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried) [Verse 2: Robnhood Tra] Yeah, yeah Jump out with that stick, ni**a try it, I'm darin' him ni**a tell you what, I'ma pull up, embarrass him Kill you, you, you, you, you and the rest of them Racks, Glocks, sticks, yes, we carry them (Carry) And your opp, [?][2:02] Spin the whole block, get in there Chop a ni**a top, beheading 'em I catch your big homie, a fu*k ni**a carry 'em Shoot up the work and I shoot up the veteran They know that it's us, so you know we ain't sparin' 'em Scope that boy out, now that chopper put air in him My young ni**a throwed, probably shoot at the ambulance Whip out the stick, turn that boy to the running man These ni**as some b*tches, I call 'em Juwanna Mann Too many digits, I need me some rubber bands Hoppin' out the cut, boogeyman These ni**as ain't Superman Whole lot of sticks, Zulu man Real blood diamond, African I hang with the Taliban like in Afghanistan He say that he the plug, but he really the dope man Whole lotta diamonds, I feel like a snowman (Lil' b*tch) Fear of God drip, but I'm not fearin' no man [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I put that money over b*tches, MOB fu*k I'ma do if I ain't got no job? I gotta eat and they want me to starve Dracos and Glocks, who you gon' rob? Roll up the opps and we smoking cigars Plug on speed dial, get a mill' on my face card Ha, I see 'em playing hard (Ha) I just passed off that rock to the shooting guard Trapped out that twenty from Candler to Boulevard Go where I want, I'm still rockin' my Audemars Hoodrat b*tch say she still tryna fu*k me raw Petty lil' ni**a stole from me, I cut him off Run with that pack and I bet that I catch it I've been to war with these ni**as, I'm a veteran (I've been to war) They don't want no beef with me, they vegetarian (Pussy) He got away with the lick, but they buried him (Buried) [Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] These ni**as really be scary Don't even compare me, these little boys Larry Pull up in all black like I was allergic to dairy Reppin'-ass ni**a, they startin' to get arrogant Trapped out the flea market by Candler and McAfee You know I got it, why the fu*k you askin' me? These ni**as ad-libs, they come after me Pistol whip 'em, assault with battery Can't wait to catch that ni**a, keep at-ing me Big dog status, no license to carry MPR with the beat, they twenty like Harriet Tito and Wicc, they been with me since Candler Rocky was ready to do 'em on camera fu*k it, we gotta get 'em all, no sparin' 'em Thought he was real, he turned out to be a scammer .308 in Dracos, we go to the opps' hood Ain't got no job, how I'ma not jugg? They keep on shoppin', it must be good Straight out the 'partments, you can just call me Hood Blue hundreds cripping, I got 'em in blood (Shh) b*tch, shut up, I'm talkin' to the plug Run into an opp, he got swept up under the rug ni**a switched up, but I don't give a fu*k [Outro: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Pussy-ass ni**a