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yung5th (atl) - rob da robbers lyrics

[intro]
we the ones who rob the robbers, stick hit em, make the boy holler

[chorus]
we the ones who rob the robbers, stick hit em, make the boy holler
i pop out, double down 19, but its still f+ck the west
these n+ggas dissin’ gang, .308 cut through the chest
yeah, lil 5 tap his dome, then look at me and say “who’s next?”
and that’s on 5, n+gga know my gang gon’ slide
name a time you watched yo gun and i ain’t bust mine, that n+gga lied
in the booth geeked off yo mans, i’m od fried
crank the 3.92, i like how this b+tch whine

[verse]
hold on, wait, lеt’s run it back, i think i f+cked em up (f+cked еm up)
know 5 shooters go all black, they’ll come and zip you up
just dropped a pin in micro drac’ (drac’)
come this way and get spanked
rollin’ dead guys, sippin’ on drank
pocket lookin’ like a phone book
swear to god the b+tch won’t fold
y5th wipe down god
n+gga got some snot, imma wipe his nose
in the booth clutchin’ on my switch (switch)
if a n+gga swing that door and come through that b+tch, he’ll get hit
and if i really tell the truth, n+gga really mad i’m f+ckin’ his b+tch
[chorus]
we the ones who rob the robbers, stick hit em, make the boy holler
i pop out, double down 19, but its still f+ck the west
these n+ggas dissin’ gang, .308 cut through the chest
yeah, lil 5 tap his dome, then look at me and say “who’s next?” (blatt)
and that’s on 5, n+gga know my gang gon’ slide
name a time you watched yo gun and i ain’t bust mine, that n+gga lied
in the booth geeked off yo mans, i’m od fried
crank the 3.92, i like how this b+tch whine

[outro]
blatt

- yung5th atl lyrics

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