[Verse 1: Lil Corb]
Jumpin' up out the steamer, lookin’ meaner than a mad man
Poppin' the Glock, makin' a stain, countin’ up all of these dividends mane
Scan Man, K-Rock, hoppin' out with the infrared
Red mask, chrome thang, took his cheese, left him dead
Took his fuckin' body to an area of sanitation
Body was rotten, body was stankin', mane, I call it mutilation
Body feelin' kinda numb, chiefin' blunts out in the cold
I cannot stop robbin' 'cause them demons in my fuckin’ soul
Splurgin’ niggas ridin' clean, make me want to pull your card
Just because you got some gold an nouveau, mane, don’t make you hot
I will creep on your ass, time to break your fuckin' face
Catch a rope around your throat and then I leave no fuckin' trace
Leave no trace they find of me, after I done evil shit
Lookin' behind, look at my face, ’cause I leave no evidence
If I leave some evidence then I'ma be a marked man
Empty out your Glock, he try to throw me in a fuckin' van
[Chorus: Skitzo & Lil Corb]
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
[Verse 2: Skitzo]
My pockets kinda lonely, hard times on me, I can't take this shit
Police aim for Skitzo, I won't bizzow, I just stang a bitch
A major hit is what I need to put myself right back on top
I think I got my mane, quickly cockin' back my fuckin' Glock
I done caught, me a lemon slippin', hit him, stick him, flip him for his yay'
Daze him with the gauge, buckshots spray in case he see my face
Splurgin' ass bitches be watchin' your back while you sellin' your dope I be scopin' your track and intentions you makin', no quick to recieve
Drop it off quick or be countin' your Zs
Never plead, I don't fear, smile for this infrared
Flash, mane, but it ain't cold to get me Skitzo on your dope track
From a yard, from a foot, from a mile, or even inches
Skitzo gonna always keep a lookout for you splurgin' bitches
Hustlin' since the age of tewelve, straight up biz with [?]
Bonin', gankin', conin', slangin', I won't stop, until I'm bail
Might as well collect your meal, I say this, you say that
If I see you splurgin', bitch, best believe you gon' get jacked
Just like that, nigga comin' clean with them Ox and Vogues
Five hoes dipped in gold, show none, leave my pockets swole
Sell your soul, don't be 'fraid, either way, I still get paid
Lay it down on the ground, or on the ground you gon' lay
Anyway, Skitzo can't be stuck in all this poverty
Until I hit the lottery, I keep commitin' this robbery
[Chorus: Skitzo & Lil Corb]
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Rob me a bitch, rob me a bitch
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
Ho, you got me fucked up 'cause I'm all about my hustle, trick
[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
Before you get your grave dug from the main thug
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
'Fore you-'fore-'fore you get your grave dug from the main thug
Where-where-where the cash at? Where the stash at?
'For-'fore you get your grave dug from the main thug
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?
'Fo-'fo-'fore you get your grave dug from the main thug
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