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[Verse 1]
This a highway robbery
Trick, all 304's charge a fee
You sick, even thinkin' I'm fuckin' on this bitch
Could put a 304 on Instagram, follow me
[Verse 2]
I stepped in that game like who dat?
Check 15 off that bitch and then I blew dat
Woo! 'Cause I been on a roll for a month
I'm just smokin' out the P, I ain't into matchin' blunts
[Verse 3]
****, you ain't never run it up
12 in the morning, I be on the money hunt
Steak I roll crisp, put 200 on her lunch
Bought a toy Philly truck for my son turnin' 1
[Verse 4]
Aye, mama told me stay up outta jail
But my P.O. don't wanna see me prevail
Free my cousin out that jail, he's stayin' fightin' off the L
Stay solid in that jail, take the barrel and sail
[Verse 5]
Ay, just touched down and caused hell
Ain't get no mail when I was locked in that cell
Ain't nobody hold me down, everybody else fell
So I'ma stack this money, middle fingers in the air
[Verse 6]
Woo, I keep 30 for whoever plottin'
Aye, aye, blue hunnids stuffed in my pocket
Aye, I don't fuck with lil ****, gotta watch 'em
Plottin' on this change like a cradle, I'ma rock it
[Verse 7]
Woo, woo, sucker duckin' and I'm dummy dodgin'
304 came with that bag, make that pot
Police on my ass and I know that they watchin'
I can't stop doin' it, kick down some freakin' vibes
[Verse 8]
Ay, the whole damn Bentley got heat
When it come to this money, I can never miss a beat
Without 10 toes, how you stand on your feet?
Without 10 toes, how you cross all your T's?
[Verse 9]
Bitch, this a highway robbery
Trick, all 304's charge a fee
You sick, even thinkin' I'm fuckin' on this bitch
Could put a 304 on Instagram, follow me
Written by: Capolow
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