Than i rob you and smoke all your herb
The concept is so absurd
Yo, big rob you ready?
What them tippers don't see
You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot
Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob
Rob you on the street with the nine
Chasing money in the city of crime
Miami nights, made a couple grand
In a convoy to the bank
Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy
Like the times my bank starts texting me
For 5 grand, with intentions to expand
Im focused on a bigger bank
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