Freddie Gibbs

Freddie Gibbs - Rob Me A Nigga lyrics

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[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

Rob me a nigga

Rob me a, rob me a nigga

Cause the bills too high, this nigga right here too fly

Right now I just might rob me a nigga

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]

The liquor got me lurking and looking for a lame nigga

To set up for my next lick

In the Chevy, about to roll up the stress, with a Tec

And what he got on his neck, got him a death wish

It's kinda funny cause he used to be my nigga tho

We was breaking bread, flipping bricks like a year ago

Shit can get into a nigga's head when his digits low

Make you wanna send one of your friends to his funeral

Maybe me and him was never friends in the first place

Don't mean a thing cause we share the same birthplace

Same city, same hood, but we down to kill each other for a dollar

Cause we want it in the worst way

Money talk and bullshit gon walk a marathon

And I ain't scared of getting killed cause I'm getting mine

And if they ever try to raid, I'm a hit the fuckin pigs with the K's

I ain't tryna do a lick of time

Spend all my last money, the bills too high

His jewelry, his whip game, the wheels too fly

I'm thinking about murder every time we cruise by

Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue fire

In the basement, muthafuckas still think basic

Thinkin' I'm a show up and erase 'em, but I ain't gonna chase 'em

I'm a be up in his crib waiting

"Bitch where the cash? I can taste it"

Put em on their face: what you know about kidnapping

And holding a nigga's whole family for ransom?

When your stomach empty it's easy to understand it

Got me out here taking them penitentiary chances

"Born in this world of tears, will die laughing"

Put that on the headpiece right above my casket

Still in the game, my batteries still lastin

Bout to put some gas up in my Caprice Classic

[Hook: Freddie Gibbs]

Rob me a nigga

Rob me a, rob me a nigga

Bills too high, this nigga right here too fly

Right now I just might rob me a nigga

[Verse 2: Alley Boy]

As I look at the charm, thinking of a strong arm

Seen his watch as he reachin for his car alarm

Bet this hundred round drum pussy nigga thinkin twice

Fore he try to run, shots spit, and the cops come

All they seen was my golds and a black mask

Throw the car round the corner, tinted up with no tags

All these niggas wanna flash, I'm a put it to they ass

With the K out, ask a nigger, "Where da sack at? "

Get hit, you wanna die for that rolex?

You can either get your life or that watch back

I'm a shoot you point blank, I'm just hoping you think

You can take it as a loss, you can get it back

Nigga, buck and get shot, that's the street code

I'm leave you there, do you, that's how the shit go

Just another episode, A-K explode

In his head, left a smoke hole

Be a shamed if you died over fake shit

But that's a lesson, if you out here on some fake shit

Come and robbin everyday, know the young nigga hungry

They be murkin for a quarter brick

Know they kill a whole fam for the whole thang

All the shooters up in Gary on the same thang

All the little homies scrap, so they look plain

Gun shots rang out, nigga, see flames

We be takin so much, now the shit fun

We be lookin for your shit fore your shit come

Forty eight hours, nigga round my way

Everyday nigga lookin like a sitcom

In this game of lose or draw nigga

You can be the one that get robbed

Or be the one to rob a nigga

But we all gotta eat, so we get no sleep

We gon wait it out and kill a nigga

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