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rim - the walk up lyrics

rome , bub , listen, my n+ggas, i’m in a lab right now with one of these n+ggas hoes, man, you told me everything we need to know, man. we got it

[verse 1:ty farris]
yeah i peep the schematics of they location
they in the spot playing dominoes with hoes
but we bought the lead a bone shaking
here’s a pair of ski masks y’all no faces gun to a grill is a universal known language
working the bathroom behind the fake medicine cabinet
but be prepared these young n+ggas is carrying ratchets
two minutes in and out, a clеan 211
i’m at the lab with one of their broads comе through the session

[verse 2:rome streetz]
say they work fire, but really, i think otherwise
i robbed them for their whole sh+t and split it with my other guys
yeah it’s regular we did this sh+t at hunid times
sale after sale, n+gga. customers be loving mines

[verse 3:bub rock]
and ’em other guys 14 bricks to a hundred pies
no matter how you cut it f+ck it cool n+gga
get your son and ’em robbed look in their faces, i can’t trust it
it f+ck up the vibes

[verse 4:rome streetz]
i catch ’em by surprise whatever these n+ggas is holding his mind
if it’s blowing dope i’m taking everything and they shine off of their neck and wrist
it’s the armed robbery specialist i living, with no regrets
i’m destined to flip
[verse 5:bub rock]
and without a question it’s lit proper etiquette
i don’t think he got what he said he’d get
same sh+t like a synonym clock sh+t gang sh+t
stop it! this sh+t was engraved in the pavement
we had to do it

[verse 6:spoda]
hate to see it with my n+ggas at the table
breaking down a loaf in it to win it like we under oath

[verse 7:rim]
yo, the homies caught the other loda take it to the flow by the gram
but we bagging the point eight without tearing the bag with no chill

[verse 8:spoda]
we trying to get it for real the product potent in the waist
sh+t before the top start from the bas+m+nt

[verse 9:rim]
that’s why we in the days in chipping off the block like a mason and got the fiend there for the tasting
we got them lined up up like [dss??] like on the first
we want every single cent in your purse
getting moneys to give jail is the curse
we out here trying to grind for real hustle hard to listen to sell
[verse 10: rim]
food stamps and dollar bills. we need the dollar in the lump
the fiends call me hercules cause i cut him in clumps
push the blanco with the black hammer for rivals
kanan plexus set for the grind mode

[verse 11:plex diamonds]
ayo, they gave me the work five and i had to sit up in the merch
i figured no matter how many baggy sold up on his turf
he gun tucked in summer when numbers come in to feed my earth
team is perched for weed and worst n+ggas selling these keys to earn

[verse 12: eddie kaine]
couple custies waiting already we gotta serve first
and hit the block i got the glock, we gon’ make it work
the young n+ggas got sh+t hot so police always lurk
but f+ck that we gon’ get it my pockets kind of flat

[verse 13:plex diamonds]
take his own clan, stay so ecstatic to see a back
couple i was in the mountain and dylan’s i need a pack
leave the trap free but let’s happening when they see the crack dodging jumpers
and mr. hustle with another fiend came back
something smell fishy then one flew up the block and they miss me. imagine who was shooting the n+gga who worked. we selling zip

[verse 14:eddie kaine]
shots, ricochet off the v
we got the duck and quickly had this feeling that sh+t that happened
so now i’m moving swiftly jump from behind the car shooting
see plex riding with me
[verse 15:plex diamonds]
fire plenty n+ggas hit up italian folk i got clippy mama hit me drama tricky n+ggas know the commas
made me something for my n+ggas all the split at the profit sentry

- rim lyrics

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