Freddie Gibbs, Big K.R.I.T., Alley Boy - Rob Me A Nigga lyrics

Rob me a nigga rob me a, rob me a nigga
Cause the bills too high
This nigga right here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a nigga

The liquor got me lurking and
Looking for a lame nigga
To set up for my next lick
In the Chevy, about to roll up the stress
With a Tec and what he got on his neck
Got him a death wish
It's kinda funny cause he used
To be my nigga tho we was breaking bread
Flipping bricks like a year ago
Shit can get into a nigga's
Head when his digit's low
Make you wanna send one of
Your friends to his funeral
Maybe me and him was never
Friends in the first place
Don't mean a thing cause we
Share the same birthplace
Same city, same hood
But we down to kill each other for a dollar
Cause we want it in the worst way
Money talk and bullshit gon walk a marathon
And I ain't scared of getting
Killed cause I'm getting mine
And if they ever try to raid
I'm a hit the fuckin pigs with the K's
I ain't tryna do a lick of time
Spend all my last money, the bills too high
His jewelry, his whip game
The wheels too fly
I'm thinking about murder every
Time we cruise by
Heard he got like 84 elbows of blue fire
In the basement
Muthafuckas still think basic
Thinkin' I'm a show up and erase 'em
But I ain't gonna chase 'em
I'm a be up in his crib waiting
"Bitch where the cash? I can taste it"
Put em on their face: what
You know about kidnapping
And holding a nigga's whole
Family for ransom?
When your stomach empty it's
Easy to understand it got me out here taking
Them penitentiary chances
"Born in this world of tears
Will die laughing"
Put that on the headpiece
Right above my casket
Still in the game, my batteries still lastin
Bout to put some gas up in my Caprice Classic

Rob me a nigga rob me a, rob me a nigga
Bills too high, this nigga right here too fly
Right now I just might rob me a nigga

As I look at the charm
Thinking of a strong arm
Seen his watch as he reachin
For his car alarm
Bet this hundred round drum
Pussy nigga thinkin twice
Fore he try to run, shots spit
And the cops come
All they seen was my golds and a black mask
Throw the car round the corner
Tinted up with no tags
All these niggas wanna flash
I'm a put it to they ass
With the K out, ask a nigger
"Where da sack at? "
Get hit, you wanna die for that rolex?
You can either get your life
Or that watch back
I'm a shoot you point blank
I'm just hoping you think
You can take it as a loss
You can get it back
Nigga, buck and get shot
That's the street code
I'm leave you there, do you
That's how the shit go
Just another episode, A-K explode
In his head, left a smoke hole
Be a shamed if you died over fake shit
But that's a lesson
If you out here on some fake shit
Come and robbin everyday
Know the young nigga hungry
They be murkin for a quarter brick
Know they kill a whole fam
For the whole thang
All the shooters up in Gary on the same thang
All the little homies scrap
So they look plain
Gun shots rang out, nigga, see flames
We be takin so much, now the shit fun
We be lookin for your shit
Fore your shit come
Forty eight hours, nigga round my way
Everyday nigga lookin like a sitcom
In this game of lose or draw nigga
You can be the one that get robbed
Or be the one to rob a nigga
But we all gotta eat, so we get no sleep
We gon wait it out and kill a nigga