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youngfootsoldier - robbing & rapping lyrics
[verse 1]
yeah i be robbing and yeah i be rapping
drop from a b_tch, i’m tryna go crack ‘em
don’t care where we going, i’m totin’ a fully
we out of bounds with the drac in a hoodie
i’m runnin’ the south, but i’m from the west
i’m right in school with the switch in the desk
i’m young and i’m gifted, just go ask my teacher
you want you a car, i’ma pull up and meet you
no doing no dissin’, i’m rappin’ my life
we got the car, joe tryn go tonight
go where i’m going, i’m going with joe
put my name in a song, we murder for mo
f_ckin’ with [?], can’t even go to sleep
we got them bs, we running the east
we got them bs, we running the south
get sn_tchеd for this sh_t, no running my mouth
you want you a crate? wherevеr, i’m coming
we spin in the winter, we spin in the summer
don’t matter the weather, you know that we goin
come with 3 switches and start us a storm
i’m f_ckin wit zach, he know he my heart
we got the streets, got the sh_t in a lock
we got the streets, got the sh_t in a chain
it don’t matter the age, i’ma hop out and flame him
n_gga they know how i’m coming
n_gga i said it enough
came for the 2 and we got us a plus
that young n_gga dead he got turned to some dust, n_gga
[verse 2]
n_gga i woke up today
n_gga i thought about robbing
drop me a 4 and it’s just me and [?]
wanna get up with me, gotta bring you a army
n_gga don’t ask bout the crates, n_gga you ain’t tryin’ come shop
that young n_gga stupid, he spint on a box
last n_gga died, he got left right at park
joe like, “keep goin, you draggin’ your nuts”
money and murda, we k!llin’ for bucks
jackin’ and bendin’, we all about paper
that young n_gga hot, that sh_t in the paper
just started robbin, me and joe ran it up
that rap n_gga dissin, you know he a duck
that rap n_gga dissin, you know that he g_y
that rap n_gga cappin, keep steppin on sae
d_ckriding yps, them n_ggas ain’t spinning
them n_ggas ain’t k!llers, them n_ggas is children
n_gga i’m just 17
my phone keep ringin im gone off the lean
servin the city and i’m havin motion
that young n_gga broke, i’ma give ‘em some coaching
told bruh chill, he keep poppin the fent
get hit with that chop, get put on the bench
rap bout the money, don’t give em too much
i’m sippin on mud, don’t pick up my cup
go in off loyalty, never no love
that young n_gga stupid, ain’t got on no gloves
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