robbery - yung ro lyrics
[intro]
(‘trol, sauce it up)
mm*mm
yeah, yeah, do that right there
alright, ayy (switch), f*ck it
that what it is (switch)
who is that? close that door there
[verse]
who that is? close that door (uh*uh), i don’t (who that?) f*ck with five o
we gon’ catch him slippin’ (uh) ‘round these ‘partments right here (uh, pull over)
drive slow (baow)
hate when n*ggas want beef over that ‘cat, they be dry as smoke (i didn’t know that)
f*ck the opps, it’s up with them for life
hope they die slow
so, did you f*ck her? ask me later (later)
ran it up, they asked for favors (yeah)
she know i kick hoes up out the trap, she on her bеst behavior (haha)
b*tches throw some dirt up on yo’ namе, act like never ate it (nah)
these n*ggas gon’ make me flash and get to acting like i never made it (come here)
you with all that social beef (yeah, what?) and that internet got yo’ partner k!lled (yeah)
fell in love with bl!ckys, but it’s something ‘bout how that choppa built (ooh)
freaks only, i like getting my d*ck sucked (come here) when i pop a pill (what you got?)
freaks only (yeah), she throw up the four like she from iberville (ooh)
ro, what that seven mean? ooh, that’s that st, bernard (hey, yuh)
we got on his ass, but he ain’t die, need to thank the lord (ooh)
when gangsters go to war, blood get shed, that’s something you can’t avoid (yeah)
f*ck a job, i like drug, money (uh), forever unemployed (go)
i ain’t too bougie to shop with you, it depends on what you charge (what you charge?)
heard i made a opp’ make it, it depends on where we was (where we was)
you know how i get down, though, follow dude (come here) after the club (ha, don’t run)
doorstep, tryna put his brain up beneath the rug
trench baby, everything i got was out the mud
fifty pounds, buy more than five, i’ll be yo’ plug (come here)
i don’t need a ho for sh*t (uh*uh), just suck my d*ck and show me love (come here)
i*i*i get paid to dub (yeah), i’m too lit to be in club (for real)
n*ggas ain’t gon’ f*ck with ro (uh*uh), they know he with dellie ‘nem (dellie)
n*gga pop them pills and think he gangster (yeah), what you sellin’ him? (what the f*ck?)
people know the business word for word, what y’all telling them? (uh*uh)
we just rolled a opp’ pack in the air, i hope y’all smelling him (uh, ayy)
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