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kraze o'blocka - rob that nigga كلمات أغنية

[chorus]
rob that n_gga, took his pole and his pack, then laughed like “f_ck it” (boom!)
back to the east, ridin’ dirty with sticks and a drum with the b_tton (grrah!)
i ain’t forget what he said online, now i’m out lurkin’ for somethin’ (don’t run!)
popped his top, then we dipped to the lot, now the wheels got dust like a pumpkin (skrrt!)
catch me creepin’ in the whip with a mask and a bl!ck, don’t freeze, just dump it (blatt!)
told my b_tch, “don’t tweak while i slide,” and she said, “do you, bae, i love it” (go!)
i ain’t duckin’ no beef, just duckin’ them blue lights, feds be buggin’ (f_ck 12!)
catch one more opp in that g_ride lackin’ again, we uppin’ and slumpin’ (boom!)

[verse]
b_tch, i’m kraze, i don’t play that cool — mask down, i’m a d_mn loose cannon (b_tch!)
he was talkin’ tough, now his folks hold shirts and they cryin’ with candles (p_ssy!)
ridin’ in a tinted out ‘cat, got a switch in the back with a twin clip handle
hеard his mama moved out west — f_ck that, we still gon’ slidе and vandal (slide!)
pop out the cut with the bl!ck like “wassup?” (wassup?!)
let off ten shots, then we dip in the truck
no gps, but i mapped that sh_t — knew where his cousin lay, lit him up (boom!)
don’t act like you gang, you a b_tch on the low
you was runnin’ from smoke, now your homie a ghost
say you real, but your chain in a snapchat vid — he ain’t bust back, just choked (p_ssy!)
f_ck all them n_ggas from down the block, they was never outside when we slid
all that cappin’ on them stories, till his dome got split like a wig (grrah!)
got a freak b_tch stuffin’ the load in her bra, she say she ride wit’ the kid
told her, “keep your mouth shut, this life too real, i can’t trust where you live” (shh!)
we was waitin’ in the lot by the popeyes spot, had the whole scene taped
he walked out, didn’t see no soul — that’s when we flanked and scr_ped (rah!)
put three in his face, that’s love from the ‘raq
then tossed that glock, that was way too hot
caught a flat, but the tires kept rollin’ — bro had the pump, so we still ain’t stop (go!)
hop in the booth and i vent my sins
they say “kraze, you a demon twin”
i say “nah, i’m just real as f_ck, i’ll rob you, then rob your friend” (b_tch!)
[chorus]
rob that n_gga, took his pole and his pack, then laughed like “f_ck it” (f_ck it!)
back to the east, ridin’ dirty with sticks and a drum with the b_tton (rah!)
i ain’t forget what he said online, now i’m out lurkin’ for somethin’ (where you at?!)
popped his top, then we dipped to the lot, now the wheels got dust like a pumpkin (grrah!)
catch me creepin’ in the whip with a mask and a bl!ck, don’t freeze, just dump it (boom!)
told my b_tch, “don’t tweak while i slide,” and she said, “do you, bae, i love it” (love it!)
i ain’t duckin’ no beef, just duckin’ them blue lights, feds be buggin’ (f_ck 12!)
catch one more opp in that g_ride lackin’ again, we uppin’ and slumpin’ (boom!)

[outro – spoken over gun cl!cks and car tires screeching]
(ayy, b_tch… that’s two down this week. y’all know what the f_ck goin’ on… kraze o’blocka, brrt!)
(808 wrathlord, drop that heat again)
(rob that n_gga… and rob the next one too, on gang!)
(grrah grrah grrah!)

- kraze oblocka

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