Came 2 Rob

Lyrics

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Yeah, this song is dedicated to you niggas who forgot where the fuck you came from To doubt-track-mouth, trick-ass bitch, you can't run shit but the bullshit you stressin' backwards Made behind my motherfuckin' eyes Y'all niggas ain't no killers Real killers have no alibis Drop that shit [Verse 1: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Hanging by the bushes on the track 'cause they don't see me I stoop down while my bitch sweet this nigga in a Lexus coupe What he don't know won't hurt him, just a scandalous trick Get your ass out the fuckin' car before I shoot you, bitch Lay 'em on the curb, 'cause this one is just a trick or treat Stomp 'em with my whole shoe just to make this shit look real sweet Then I jump in his coupe, dropped out my hooptie, then I scoop my hoe Just a small plan, that'll take care when I'm goin' broke Just a small plan, that'll take care when I'm goin' broke Just a small plan, that'll take care when I'm goin' broke (Doomshop, biatch) [Verse 2: Lil Kaine] Get the fuck your feelings, I'm a killer with my fangs is shown Playing with my name to show respect or get him-get him gone Even though you got the best of me, bitch, I don't trust a soul East side project baby, jumped the deuce with the pecker long South P where the sun, where we play them games just for fun Bringing rascals out the pen, motherfucker, fuck the law Sox hat on my head, tell you where I'm fucking from Like lashes on my rib, you, that's a key to the front 2-11, run yo' pockets, this a robbery, don't make a rush Side cock it, place it on your dome piece And I pop it, cop it up, I want your stuff Little Kaine don't give a fuck Shoot your luck, roll your dice with the blade, don't get fucked up Pistol on my waistline, chopper on the dresser Turnin' lights off so the jakes don't fucking test ya Dressing all black, all I know is shoot to fucking kill OG taught me how to move, now I'm slidin' with his deadly skills [Verse 3: Lil Sko] This is a robbery, don't make this to no murder, fool Just do what I say and everythin' will stay cool Lay face down, on the ground, do not make a sound Load up my tone, for a motherfuckin' extra round [Verse 4: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Deep in the woods up to no good, twelve gauge in my trunk High off the skunk make me anxiously need to shoot my pump Deep in the woods up to no good, twelve gauge in my trunk High off the skunk make me anxiously need to shoot my pump Niggas they thinking I'm trippin', I'm breakin' bad faster than you can imagine I'm keeping my mask in my pocket to dodge all the police while jumped in the trash can [?] 'til shit cool out quick, I'm up on that mission, bitch