Capolow - Highway Robbery lyrics

Bitch, this a highway robbery
Trick, all my 304s charge a fee i be slick
If you think I'm fuckin' on this bitch
Capolow304 on Instagram, follow me
Aye,  stepped in the game like, who dat?
Check 15 out that bitch, then I blew that
(woo, woo)
Cause I been on the road for a month
I been smoking out the P
I ain't into matching blunts (aye, aye)
Nigga you ain't never ran it up
12 in the morning, I be on the money hunt
Steak at Ruth Chris, spent $200 on a lunch
Bought a toy Bentley truck for
My son turning 1
Aye, Mama told me stay up outta jail
But my PO don't wanna see me prevail
Free my cousin out that jail
He still fighting off a L
Stay solid in that jail
Take the bread roll in his cell
Aye, just touched down and caused hell
Ain't get no mail when I
Was locked in that cell
Ain't nobody hold me down
Everybody else fell so Ima stack this money
Middle fingers in the air (woo)
I keep 30 for whoever plotting (aye, aye)
Blue hunnids, stuffed in my pocket (aye)
I don't fuck with new niggas
Gotta watch them plotting on his chain
Like a cradle ima rock em (woo, woo)
Sucker duckin' and I'm dummy dodging
304 came with that bag, make deposit's
Police on my ass and I
Know that they watchin'
But I can stop doin'
Kick-outs and breaking pockets
Aye, the whole damn family gotta eat
When it come to this money
I can never miss a beat
Without 10 toes, how you stand on yo feet?
Without 10 toes, how you cross all yo T's?
Bitch, this a highway robbery
Trick, all my 304s charge a fee i be slick
If you think I'm fuckin' on this bitch
Capolow304 on Instagram, follow me (aye)