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How To Rob (Remix)

"How To Rob (Remix)" Lyrics by CupcakKe

Gang, gang, gang, if you hear your name, it’s all muhfuckin’ love, don’t take shit personal

But you know how I’m finna slap this bitch, ayy

See I was gon’ try to rob Sada but he got a whole lotta choppas (Boom, boom, boom)

Might fuck around, rob Gaga, see if 12 will buy me a whopper

I’ma run up on the Migos, shoot ’em like a free throw, nigga, I’m so unbothered

Drop Offset body in a jungle since he wanna be a cheater, forgive me, lil’ father

I can make Wiz Khalifa just choke off a NewPort

Is that Tory Lanez or is that Too $hort? (Short ass)

Stash the stack from Young M.A. up in New York

Catch Lizzo, drag her out the food court (Hahaha)

And you know it ain’t shit to catch Lil Baby, all I gotta do is have one, two hoes on deck

Runnin’ through your party just so I can find Cardi, like, “Bitch, I’m finna give you your old teeth back!”

Whole gang in this bitch on bully, Balenciagas with the all-black hoodie (Gang)

Fuck around and spell Doja Cat, ’cause Doja Cat, that just mean she pussy (Gang, gang)

Who the fuck is this bitch named Suki? Poppin’ up when promoters can’t book me

Since you love to be on OnlyFans, I’m the only fan at your show, what’s goodie?

Lil Durk about a whole show out, blow that muhfucker down in the middle where you workin’

City Girls leakin’ like a, “PERIOD!” when I pistol whip ’em out they Birkin

Open up the bag, give me everything you got

Run up on Megan like, “Give me your funds” and you can’t even run ’cause you just got shot (Goddamn)

6ix9ine, is that a rat or a hamster?

Pull up on DaBaby, I change his pampers

Fuck up his face when you can’t even notice his features

Like Lil Kim oops, that’s random

Run up on Chief Keef, finna black his eye but you can’t even tell ’cause that nigga so black (Hahahaha)

I call it swervo when I’m hittin’ Herbo, when them bullets goin’ in and out his back

Oh, that’s Mulatto? Well, we hit the Latto, I’m ’bout to knock some meat up out her taco

I like to flow with Milli in Chicago, then leave her ass layin’ there like spin the bottle

Your music terrible, bitches unbearable, might wanna switch the flow as we speak (On God)

But of course when your name DreamDoll, motherfuckers gon’ remain sleep (On God)

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