David Cash - Think Ima Rob My Connect lyrics

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(Hook)

Think I run anotha street

Lil nigga, ain't gettin' that back

Butt up on me, I'mma hit 'im wit the gack

Pack plack, slap slap

Nigga take all of the prison

Nigga take ova the street

I hope ya know we don't fuck 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 bitch with me, her nails blue

So I went and bought the bitch fine red shoe

And I'mma train the bitch 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

Shit on my yung niggas all soon

And I sell lil niggas all thru

(Verse 2)

I sell lil niggas all thru, lil niggas 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 fuck up

Flipped it, backed out, I noticed spout my eyes closed

Got a foreign bitch 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

Shit on my yung niggas all soon

And I sell lil niggas all thru