Rob Me A Nigga Lyrics - Alley Boy

[Featuring: Alley Boy & Big K.R.I.T.] 

[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 

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[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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