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lirik lagu kraze o'blocka - rob that nigga

[chorus]
rob that n~gga, took his pole and his pack, then laughed like “f~ck it” (boom!)
back to the east, ridin’ dirty with sticks and a drum with the b~tton (grrah!)
i ain’t forget what he said online, now i’m out lurkin’ for somethin’ (don’t run!)
popped his top, then we dipped to the lot, now the wheels got dust like a pumpkin (skrrt!)
catch me creepin’ in the whip with a mask and a bl!ck, don’t freeze, just dump it (blatt!)
told my b~tch, “don’t tweak while i slide,” and she said, “do you, bae, i love it” (go!)
i ain’t duckin’ no beef, just duckin’ them blue lights, feds be buggin’ (f~ck 12!)
catch one more opp in that g~ride lackin’ again, we uppin’ and slumpin’ (boom!)

[verse]
b~tch, i’m kraze, i don’t play that cool — mask down, i’m a d~mn loose cannon (b~tch!)
he was talkin’ tough, now his folks hold shirts and they cryin’ with candles (p~ssy!)
ridin’ in a tinted out ‘cat, got a switch in the back with a twin clip handle
hеard his mama moved out west — f~ck that, we still gon’ slidе and vandal (slide!)
pop out the cut with the bl!ck like “wassup?” (wassup?!)
let off ten shots, then we dip in the truck
no gps, but i mapped that sh~t — knew where his cousin lay, lit him up (boom!)
don’t act like you gang, you a b~tch on the low
you was runnin’ from smoke, now your homie a ghost
say you real, but your chain in a snapchat vid — he ain’t bust back, just choked (p~ssy!)
f~ck all them n~ggas from down the block, they was never outside when we slid
all that cappin’ on them stories, till his dome got split like a wig (grrah!)
got a freak b~tch stuffin’ the load in her bra, she say she ride wit’ the kid
told her, “keep your mouth shut, this life too real, i can’t trust where you live” (shh!)
we was waitin’ in the lot by the popeyes spot, had the whole scene taped
he walked out, didn’t see no soul — that’s when we flanked and scr~ped (rah!)
put three in his face, that’s love from the ‘raq
then tossed that glock, that was way too hot
caught a flat, but the tires kept rollin’ — bro had the pump, so we still ain’t stop (go!)
hop in the booth and i vent my sins
they say “kraze, you a demon twin”
i say “nah, i’m just real as f~ck, i’ll rob you, then rob your friend” (b~tch!)
[chorus]
rob that n~gga, took his pole and his pack, then laughed like “f~ck it” (f~ck it!)
back to the east, ridin’ dirty with sticks and a drum with the b~tton (rah!)
i ain’t forget what he said online, now i’m out lurkin’ for somethin’ (where you at?!)
popped his top, then we dipped to the lot, now the wheels got dust like a pumpkin (grrah!)
catch me creepin’ in the whip with a mask and a bl!ck, don’t freeze, just dump it (boom!)
told my b~tch, “don’t tweak while i slide,” and she said, “do you, bae, i love it” (love it!)
i ain’t duckin’ no beef, just duckin’ them blue lights, feds be buggin’ (f~ck 12!)
catch one more opp in that g~ride lackin’ again, we uppin’ and slumpin’ (boom!)

[outro – spoken over gun cl!cks and car tires screeching]
(ayy, b~tch… that’s two down this week. y’all know what the f~ck goin’ on… kraze o’blocka, brrt!)
(808 wrathlord, drop that heat again)
(rob that n~gga… and rob the next one too, on gang!)
(grrah grrah grrah!)

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