My homie got caught with a dime He ain't comin' back till he about thirty-one
Spent his last weeks on the phone with his son Bitch set him up and she the one on the run
Shot a couple niggas, I admit I was wrong Dubbed a couple bitches, they ain't leave me alone
Ridin' around town, strapped up in my pole How much you wanna bet that I'ma make it home
Caught a case over some fake niggas, them niggas ain't even did shit
How the f*ck you tryna hit a lick when you ain't even on that drug shit
I don't see a killer when I look at you, cause I know you ain't really with that
When bro died, y'all ain't do nothin, but when I saw him on that shit
With y'all at Bart, I still slide with the same gun that bro gave me
Only reason I was out solid trial, cause them other niggas had paid me
Let's talk about it, I came through and them other niggas had chased you
I did shit for these fake niggas, they ain't even know that I made them
But back to the real shit, I know a couple killers who got upset, but they don't hold me
And now they gotta live in the moment, livin' in that jail cell, cryin' tears in they eye
Who the f*ck survived? Not me, cause I'm not one of them
My ex got caught with a gun, he ain't comin' back till he about thirty-one
Spent his last weeks on the phone with his son
Bitch said he muppin, she the one on the run
Shot a couple niggas, I admit I was wrong
Dubbed a couple bitches, they ain't leave me alone
Brown, round town, strapped up in my pole
How much you wanna bet that I'ma make it home
Caught me for armed robbery, them cops tried to put a lock on me
The same niggas God booked for us, the same niggas that plotted me
Tryin' stab me in my back, he ain't tryin' to rat, put the whole job on me
Now he booked and I'm out, and now he say shit and they lie to me
When you come home, I'ma smoke you, and the gods already told you
Say one word to the motherf*ckin' cops, then we gon' toast you
It's just some shit that you don't do, I'm the one who gave you that O2
Try to burn bread for the whole gang, you feel like niggas owe you
But I ain't the only one
KILLZAY - Armed Robbery Lyrics
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My homie got caught with a dime He ain't comin' back till he about thirty-one
Spent his last weeks on the phone with his son Bitch set him up and she the one on the run
Shot a couple niggas, I admit I was wrong Dubbed a couple bitches, they ain't leave me alone
Ridin' around town, strapped up in my pole How much you wanna bet that I'ma make it home
Caught a case over some fake niggas, them niggas ain't even did shit
How the f*ck you tryna hit a lick when you ain't even on that drug shit
I don't see a killer when I look at you, cause I know you ain't really with that
When bro died, y'all ain't do nothin, but when I saw him on that shit
With y'all at Bart, I still slide with the same gun that bro gave me
Only reason I was out solid trial, cause them other niggas had paid me
Let's talk about it, I came through and them other niggas had chased you
I did shit for these fake niggas, they ain't even know that I made them
But back to the real shit, I know a couple killers who got upset, but they don't hold me
And now they gotta live in the moment, livin' in that jail cell, cryin' tears in they eye
Who the f*ck survived? Not me, cause I'm not one of them
My ex got caught with a gun, he ain't comin' back till he about thirty-one
Spent his last weeks on the phone with his son
Bitch said he muppin, she the one on the run
Shot a couple niggas, I admit I was wrong
Dubbed a couple bitches, they ain't leave me alone
Brown, round town, strapped up in my pole
How much you wanna bet that I'ma make it home
Caught me for armed robbery, them cops tried to put a lock on me
The same niggas God booked for us, the same niggas that plotted me
Tryin' stab me in my back, he ain't tryin' to rat, put the whole job on me
Now he booked and I'm out, and now he say shit and they lie to me
When you come home, I'ma smoke you, and the gods already told you
Say one word to the motherf*ckin' cops, then we gon' toast you
It's just some shit that you don't do, I'm the one who gave you that O2
Try to burn bread for the whole gang, you feel like niggas owe you
But I ain't the only one
Spent his last weeks on the phone with his son Bitch set him up and she the one on the run
Shot a couple niggas, I admit I was wrong Dubbed a couple bitches, they ain't leave me alone
Ridin' around town, strapped up in my pole How much you wanna bet that I'ma make it home
Caught a case over some fake niggas, them niggas ain't even did shit
How the f*ck you tryna hit a lick when you ain't even on that drug shit
I don't see a killer when I look at you, cause I know you ain't really with that
When bro died, y'all ain't do nothin, but when I saw him on that shit
With y'all at Bart, I still slide with the same gun that bro gave me
Only reason I was out solid trial, cause them other niggas had paid me
Let's talk about it, I came through and them other niggas had chased you
I did shit for these fake niggas, they ain't even know that I made them
But back to the real shit, I know a couple killers who got upset, but they don't hold me
And now they gotta live in the moment, livin' in that jail cell, cryin' tears in they eye
Who the f*ck survived? Not me, cause I'm not one of them
My ex got caught with a gun, he ain't comin' back till he about thirty-one
Spent his last weeks on the phone with his son
Bitch said he muppin, she the one on the run
Shot a couple niggas, I admit I was wrong
Dubbed a couple bitches, they ain't leave me alone
Brown, round town, strapped up in my pole
How much you wanna bet that I'ma make it home
Caught me for armed robbery, them cops tried to put a lock on me
The same niggas God booked for us, the same niggas that plotted me
Tryin' stab me in my back, he ain't tryin' to rat, put the whole job on me
Now he booked and I'm out, and now he say shit and they lie to me
When you come home, I'ma smoke you, and the gods already told you
Say one word to the motherf*ckin' cops, then we gon' toast you
It's just some shit that you don't do, I'm the one who gave you that O2
Try to burn bread for the whole gang, you feel like niggas owe you
But I ain't the only one
Writer: Isaiah Mott
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