Bandobrad & Swaggy Jo - Robinhood

Im serving my hood my nickname is robin
Im counting some blues I stuff in my pocket
Do not dare approach me my pistol I pop it
Whippin the foreign like its familiar
My drip is on pool not talking bout billiards
I hopped off the porch and got to the millions
Im stacking this money I'm moving so brilliant
My life is a movie my camera man film it
But times they got hard
Twisting the trees in cigars
Henny and coke at the bar
Times they got hard
Time they got hard
Niggas don't know
Niggas don't know
That times they got hard
Time they got hard
Never been stagnant im making it happen
Came from the hood where we had get it
Stacking that green thats my #1 fetish
Stealing my swag boy just pass my credit
Cash come in real you know everything debit
So many wins they ran out of confetti
Changing the world If these haters would let it
Grind to I die Hope they’ll never forget me
Keepin it real
Finish my meals
Im thanking god for the blessings
And N****s is fake they talk down on your name
They show the hate thru subliminal message
All my amigos we been thru the pain
So now we stack it and hide in the mattress
All of my women are sense not made
I just don’t understand it
Im serving my hood my nickname is robin
Im counting some blues I stuff in my pocket
Do not dare approach me my pistol I pop it
Whippin the foreign like its familiar
My drip is on pool not talking bout billiards
I hopped off the porch and got to the millions
Im stacking this money I'm moving so brilliant
My life is a movie my camera man film it
But times they got hard
Twisting the trees in cigars
Henny and coke at the bar
Times they got hard
Time they got hard
Niggas don't know
Niggas don't know
That times they got hard
Time they got hard
What is this feeling
Walk on the ceiling
Smoking and healing
The pedal i'm peeling
The foreign i'm wheeling
The paddle to shift
What do you wish
I go and get it
Just like genie
I cut her shit clingy
I got some money
But i still be stingy
I feel like ali
Call me the greatest
Butterfly doors sting like a bee
What does that mean
Money on me
Glizzy on me
Shoot just like machine
It's going crazy it's out of control
Said it before but backwoods I roll
Securing the bag I get it and go
I get it and go
I hop on the road
Securing the bag I get and go
Im serving my hood my nickname is robin
Im counting some blues I stuff in my pocket
Do not dare approach me my pistol I pop it
Whippin the foreign like its familiar
My drip is on pool not talking bout billiards
I hopped off the porch and got to the millions
Im stacking this money I'm moving so brilliant
My life is a movie my camera man film it
But times they got hard
Twisting the trees in cigars
Henny and coke at the bar
Times they got hard
Time they got hard
Niggas don't know
Niggas don't know
That times they got hard
Time they got hard

Written by:
Brad Pinkerton, Jovaunn Warren

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