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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Rob Me Lyrics

Rob Me Lyrics[Intro]
AA Flex
I'm freezing man
This is the [?]

[Chorus]
This syrup fucking up my kidneys
Niggas said that they gon' kill me, but you know that I ain't sleepin'
I done finally ran my money up, but still in 'em trenches
Still selling dope to critics, nigga, this the way we livin'
I heard them niggas say they coming, ain't no fear up in my heart
38 baby 'bout that, no bitch, I come straight out [?]
Niggas said that they gon' rob me, bitch I'm clenching on my rod
Catch him ridin', pull up 'side him, we gon' wet up the whole car

[Verse 1]
Put a bullet in his head since that nigga think he fuckin' with me
Retaliation by Boozilla 'til the day I'm deceased ('til the day I'm deceased)
I ain't no ho, bitch, I want smoke, I grew up in the streets (Gon' smoke you nigga)
Up with the burner, I'll shoot you everywhere but under your feet (Bang! Bang! Bang!)
Highly protected with a chopper, Ben got a Glock 9
[?] totin' a F&N every time that we ride (We ridin')
I'm watching out for the police, nigga know I ain't hidin'
Say you want beef, put you to sleep
Nigga know that we 'bout it (Put you to sleep)
Lonely, sittin' up in that cell, locked up for a murder (For a murder)
Niggas be stuntin' like they 'bout it, then they end up murdered (Murdered)
We beat 'em niggas who be steppin' on they gang, you heard him (You heard him)
Nigga play wrong, I bust his dome, we spin up in your circle

[Chorus]
This syrup fucking up my kidneys
Niggas said that they gon' kill me, but you know that I ain't sleepin'
I done finally ran my money up, but still in 'em trenches
Still selling dope to critics, nigga, this the way we livin'
I heard them niggas say they coming, ain't no fear up in my heart
[?] 'bout that, no bitch, I come straight out [?]
Niggas said that they gon' rob me, bitch I'm clenching on my rod
Catch him ridin', pull up 'side him, we gon' wet up the whole car (Rrr)

[Verse 2]
Fuck me, what that nigga said?
White t-shirt, we left it red
Fuck him, we gon' bust his head
Ride my pops if I ain't fed
Homicide, how we play
We gon' shoot him, why you stare?
Play me bitch and I'ma kill you
Might not hate niggas with dreads, yeah, yeah
One day to [?], bitch I'm with it
Niggas sayin' that they gon' kill me, but you know that I ain't sleepin'
Nigga pray that they gon' do me somethin'
Nigga, come and get me
Yeah, we gon' step on all of 'em sickas in my city

[Chorus]
This syrup fucking up my kidneys
Niggas said that they gon' kill me, but you know that I ain't sleepin'
I done finally ran my money up, but still in 'em trenches
Still selling dope to critics, nigga, this the way we livin'