Shy Glizzy - Robbin Season lyrics

Jefe! Yeah
I heard it’s robbin’ season

Earnin’, stealin’, takin’ over
We gonna get this guala
You know what they say though Mo, the more
Money more problems
He think he the shit now ‘cause
He got a bitch from Harlem
We got, we got big rounds
And my young niggas robbing
Robbin’ season, robbin’ season
Bitch it's a stick up, it’s robbin’ season
Robbin’ season did somebody say it robbin’
Season? robbin’ season
Give that shit up, yeah it’s robbin’ season
Robbin’ season hey hey hey!

When them Glizzys pull out
We gon’ torture y’all
We gon’ show you that we ain’t
Got no remorse for y’all
God damnit, I can’t go out
I got court tomorrow
If they talking bullshit then
It’s straight to Portugal
Young niggas don’t play
Mask all on they face
Shooter got that K, shoot ya like MJ
Fuck a bitch named Nae, daddy snort that yay
Five hundred K, still around the way
Bookie he gon’ do ya bismo he gon’ do ya
Doeyeah he gon’ do ya
Got a freak ho, she gon’ do ya
Jefe, Papi, chulo, sorry buddy, you's a loser
Whatever for the mula, it’s
Whatever for the mula, ya

Earnin’, stealin’, takin’ over
We gonna get this guala
You know what they say though Mo, the more
Money more problems
He think he the shit now ‘cause
He got a bitch from Harlem
We got, we got big rounds
And my young niggas robbing
Robbin’ season, robbin’ season
Bitch, it's a stick up, it’s robbin’ season
Robbin’ season did somebody say it robbin’
Season? robbin’ season
Give that shit up, yeah it’s robbin’ season
Robbin’ season hey hey hey!

Let’s make it hard for these
Niggas like it’s 2009
Run up on ‘em with them chickens
Put it right in they spine
Make ‘em call they OGs and have
‘em loan ‘em an iron
And if you ain’t got an iron
You better not come outside
All I think about is money all day
And my little spanish bitch from broadway
Know some real trappers who
Be in them hallways
I’m talking 5 days straight
Then do ‘em all day hello, what’s up?
Tell ‘em pull up i’m right in a circle
With them fuckin’ hitters diamonds water
Shit give you the hiccups (ice, ice)
Try to run up on me
You gon’ give your shit up

Earnin’, stealin’, takin’ over
We gonna get this guala
You know what they say htough Mo, the more
Money more problems
He think he the shit now ‘cause
He got a bitch from Harlem
We got, we got big rounds
And my young niggas robbing
Robbin’ season, robbin’ season
Bitch, it's a stick up, it’s robbin’ season
Robbin’ season did somebody say it robbin’
Season? robbin’ season
Give that shit up, yeah it’s robbin’ season
Robbin’ season hey hey hey!