paroles de chanson How To Rob A Rapper - YG

Welcome to the mind of a motherfucking maniac
Pray for me, y'all, uh

Stick up, stick up, stick up, stick up
This for all my broke real niggas 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 nigga lackin', he slackin' on IG Live
He gon' show his whereabouts on accident, he be high
He gon' show the jewels he wearin' in the car that he drive
Stupid nigga showed the same location three times
And it seem like every Friday after eight
He flex crustacean menus, 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 back, 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
Nigga, I'ma call you

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Ayy, we gon' use a dummy page 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 play
That watch alone without the stones'll go for forty K
Fly luxury under a Minnesota plates
Youngin in the back lookin' sketchy, he never show his face
There they go in that 'Burban (Ayy, let '
Em through), let 'em through the gate
Finna bounce out on him 'til I told him wait
We gon' let him get bumped up before we strip his bitch
Nah, never mind, nigga, let's get this bag
What's happenin'? Run the pieces, get curl on it, nigga, give me that
Or you gon' have to eat this fifty pack, yeah
Cuban, they callin' to get the tennis back
Already sold it, ain't no gettin' it back, ah

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I can teach you how to rob a rapper
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Ayy, ayy, let me get Blood
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, whole time, we plottin' on your shit
I see 'em pull up, I chuck the hood up, you know you good, Blood
Sic the homegirls on a nigga, make him think it's hood love
And he ain't bang the gang, so you know that it's a stick-up
You better pay the homies 'fore you try to come flick up
Okay, it's time to make a move on this nigga
Give me all your weed or, bitch, I'm pullin' the trigger
I need that chain, the watch, and all the cash you got
Don't be thinkin' shit sweet when you pull up on my block
Took the jewelry to the plaza, turned the jewels to some guap
I can teach you how to ride, I can teach you how to flock
This Bonnie on the watch and we ain't givin' no passes
If he move funny, better blast it

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