GMT - Robbin' Spree (feat. G-Man & Thautz)

Don't get on my nerves
I will get rid of you nerds
I have been wanting a purge
I got the urge
To empty yo pockets and splurge
We so sick of Your rambling words
My people are poor
And thus what you give us
This what you spit us
Man we are the bottom
Fuck them lou boutins
Fuck that Patek
We need health care
Our momma she sick
But you running a Check
Man what do expect
My people in debt
But you rapping bout respect
Putting on for  set

You should stay dangerous you gonna need all of them bangers
Be careful round strangers
Can't nobody tame us
Really can't nobody Blame us
You wanna be famous
We gon shoot up that shit
Now you really gettin lit
Now your suit gonna fit
When you buried in ground
A funeral for a clown
No family around
Go fund me getting zero
You could a been a hero
But you'd rather feed ya ego
Nigga you aint regal
You really think you a King
Well let me see that ring
Don't move let US look
EVERYTHING GETTING TOOK
Everyday shook
Down
Don't make a sound
My verbs will murder you nouns
My syllables wettin they setting off rounds
Wiping off smiles
223s coming for miles
Nobody showing for trials
We live by these vows
We blow a cigar to the clouds

You got more money than me
So what
Your girl is badder than mine
Who cares
At least she's just mine and all mine
Your's is community property homie
You share
Like daddy's home baby hands in the air
Stick up boys coming for all of that gear
Better beware
They move without care
They gonna take it not wait for the share
Don't be crying when I pull it
HOW
Mario kart with the bullet
BLOAWWWW
Picking up ya coins and we book it
WOW
Cleaning up the hood wit ya money
NOW
Don't be crying when I pull it
HOW
Mario kart with the bullet
BLOAWWWW
Picking up ya coins and we book it
WOW
Cleaning up the hood wit ya money
NOW
You got more money than me
So what
Your girl is badder than mine
Who cares
At least she's just mine and all mine
Yours is community property homie
You share
Like daddy's home baby hands in the air
Stick up boys coming for all of that gear
Better beware
They move without care
They gonna take it not wait for the share
Don't be crying when I pull it
HOW
Mario kart with the bullet
BLOAWWWW
Picking up ya coins and we book it
WOW
Cleaning up the hood wit ya money
NOW
Don't be crying when I pull it
HOW
Mario kart with the bullet
BLOAWWWW
Picking up ya coins and we book it
WOW
Cleaning up the hood wit ya money
NOW

Written by:
Giovanni Morrison, Mico Brown

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