Kuatro Ka$h - How You Rob (feat. G Shado)

Now this is what you 'bout to do
Put your hands up
Don't make me shoot
Run your pockets
I need what's inside your trues
Very slow take off your shoes
So you can go home to your boo
Need your wallet and your keys
Whatever's got some worth to you
This is how you rob
You working hard so I ain't worried bout a job
Where I'm from by twelve years old it's stack or starve
This not fate I gotta take
No I can't give and I can't borrow
So just listen to me if you trying to see tomorrow
You got a thirty filled with hollows
Give that to G Shado
Debit and Credit cards are mine
Just call your bank tomorrow
I see that fear all on your face
You gotta shake it off
I like that bracelet and that chain
You gotta take it off
Civilians gone tell so my mask down
That watch been running through his family
Now it's getting passed down
Pat him down one more time
Just incase leftover cash found
Oh shit
Just felt a zip that he stashed in his ass now
But we asked what you had
And you said you would tell us
And now we getting mad
And now I'm getting zealous
Come to think I seen his crib before
And I got kind of jealous
I.D. got his address
And your car can help propel us
And now we where you live
All up in your crib
Pissing where you piss
I just want your P.S. five
Don't wanna kill your wife and kids
I beat you to the punch
You could have robbed me
But I did
Kind of out my mind
I think it's getting kind of serious
Successfully stealing
They call me Kuatro the klepto'
Something 'round me go missing
I'm claiming it got left though
I might help you look for it
You gone think I'm innocent
Say that I'm a check outside
And now your shit is in the whip
If you 'bout to find it then I'm moving that
Once it's up it's stuck
If it get took then ain't no moving back
Everyone I'm fooling that
Ain't have nothing to do that
You could catch me in my lie
But ain't no way that you gone end up proving that
Now this is what you 'bout to do
Put your hands up
Don't make me shoot
Run your pockets
I need what's inside your trues
Very slow take off your shoes
So you can go home to your boo
Need your wallet and your keys
Whatever's got some worth to you
This is how you rob
You working hard so I ain't worried bout a job
Where I'm from by twelve years old it's stack or starve
This not fate I gotta take
No I can't give and I can't borrow
So just listen to me if you trying to see tomorrow
Is it ironic I been feeling we the hottest lately
He play he lay ain't come to talk
So fuck your conversation
Bae like when I'm off the perc
She say that sex be crazy
And I'll pop out with that chopper
This ain't no three eighty
Drop the addy spin a bin
Come through boxing with that chopper
And hit many men
Wipe me down
Fly as hell
So pull out your lens
I come through jigging off them 'ercs
I need another ten
Them boys can't eat in here
She tell 'em we got all the bands
Glock in the spot ain't come to tussle
So put down your hands
We ain't into no little coupe
Them shooters in the van
And we got extra clips
So it's ok to bring a friend
I'm a big gangster
Shooters with me when I'm in the town
We jump out gang
So tell me why the fuck your windows down
You know the rules
Nobody hit we spin this bitch around
Cherry snuck in with that glock
Might gotta shoot the crowd
If it's a stain you know we on em
Where that stash
I smell like money
Cause I'm always where the cash at
We got all the bread
Stop asking where the bag at
He tried to run up
Turned his ass into a hashtag
Gang
Now this is what you 'bout to do
Put your hands up
Don't make me shoot
Run your pockets
I need what's inside your trues
Very slow take off your shoes
So you can go home to your boo
Need your wallet and your keys
Whatever's got some worth to you
This is how you rob
You working hard so I ain't worried bout a job
Where I'm from by twelve years old it's stack or starve
This not fate I gotta take
No I can't give and I can't borrow
So just listen to me if you trying to see tomorrow

Written by:
Rashad Walker, William Johnson IV

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