Rome , Bub , listen, my niggas, I'm in a lab right now with one of these niggas hoes, man, you told me everything we need to know, man. We got it
[Verse 1:Ty Farris]
Yeah I peep the schematics of they location
They in the spot playing dominoes with hoes
But we bought the lead a bone shaking
Here's a pair of ski masks y'all no faces gun to a grill is a universal known language
Working the bathroom behind the fake medicine cabinet
But be prepared these young niggas is carrying ratchets
Two minutes in and out, a clеan 211
I'm at the lab with one of their broads comе through the session
[Verse 2:Rome Streetz]
Say they work fire, but really, I think otherwise
I robbed them for their whole shit and split it with my other guys
Yeah it's regular We did this shit at hunid times
Sale after sale, nigga. Customers be loving mines
[Verse 3:Bub Rock]
And 'em other guys 14 bricks to a hundred pies
No matter how you cut it fuck it cool nigga
Get your son and 'em robbed look in their faces, I can't trust it
It fuck up the vibes
[Verse 4:Rome Streetz]
I catch 'em by surprise whatever these niggas is holding his mind
If it's blowing dope I'm taking everything and they shine off of their neck and wrist
It's the armed robbery specialist I living, with no regrets
I'm destined to flip
[Verse 1:Ty Farris]
Yeah I peep the schematics of they location
They in the spot playing dominoes with hoes
But we bought the lead a bone shaking
Here's a pair of ski masks y'all no faces gun to a grill is a universal known language
Working the bathroom behind the fake medicine cabinet
But be prepared these young niggas is carrying ratchets
Two minutes in and out, a clеan 211
I'm at the lab with one of their broads comе through the session
[Verse 2:Rome Streetz]
Say they work fire, but really, I think otherwise
I robbed them for their whole shit and split it with my other guys
Yeah it's regular We did this shit at hunid times
Sale after sale, nigga. Customers be loving mines
[Verse 3:Bub Rock]
And 'em other guys 14 bricks to a hundred pies
No matter how you cut it fuck it cool nigga
Get your son and 'em robbed look in their faces, I can't trust it
It fuck up the vibes
[Verse 4:Rome Streetz]
I catch 'em by surprise whatever these niggas is holding his mind
If it's blowing dope I'm taking everything and they shine off of their neck and wrist
It's the armed robbery specialist I living, with no regrets
I'm destined to flip
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