Lyrics: Alex Hendricks
Music: Alex Hendricks
(Ahenny)
There are over five hundred and fifty million firearms in worldwide circulation
That’s one firearm for every twelve people in the planet the only question is how do we arm the other eleven
First we gon rob em
Then we gon snatch em
Then we gon stab em (stab em stab em stab em)
Then we gon grab em
First we gon rob еm
Then we gon snatch em
Thеn we gon stab em (stab em stab em stab em)
Then we gon grab em
I never had no Glock
I always used my knife to rob
If he snitch then we don’t talk
You people in stencils they in chalk
Amateur gotta grow up
Never grab it one at a time its a bunch
Dap me up then we do bumps
Always stick to my instinct yeh it's a good hunch
Paying for my semi with the stimis that I sold from selling
Not tired ain’t uh resting
Like a couch you a cop you a rest ting
Your life is faker than your breitling
Man his act deserves an emmy
Your life a disaster pressing
Your breath is bad it needs some freshening
Sticky vicky hit with the blicky (with the blicky)
Then she gave me a hickey
Wishing nicky henny ain’t tripping (he ain’t tripping)
No his bitch a ****ing trick thing
You ain’t ever been around you is drifting
The size of my pinky ring more like a wrist thing
Like my audio my gun is clipping
My soldiers is ready you better put the clip in
First we gon rob em
Then we gon snatch em
Then we gon stab em (stab em stab em stab em)
Then we gon grab em
First we gon rob em
Then we gon snatch em
Then we gon stab em (stab em stab em stab em)
Then we gon grab em
Dumb ass bitch you getting paid to bill now
How you gonna get paid to bill now
Rich idiot getting paid in bills now
You getting paid in bills now
You can claim all you want but you afraid to kill now
You afraid to kill now
Claim you positive but you ain’t doing builds now
You ain’t even build now
Keep the 40 on me and i keep that shit surely tucked
You wanna see it? Nah, boy you better see it when you duck
Got ya’ chick on my bed and she doing anything to ****
If I want the molly I ain’t gotta ask cuz Bill Cosby is my plug
When you forget what you do you go back to the BÆSICS
When you wanna ****ing earn better man up and face it
Ahenny crazy with the beats he on his Dre shit
If you **** with the gang I’ll bring my mac and I’ll bring my K shit
First we gon rob em
Then we gon snatch em
Then we gon stab em (stab em stab em stab em)
Then we gon grab em
First we gon rob em
Then we gon snatch em
Then we gon stab em (stab em stab em stab em)
Then we gon grab em
When they getting too cocky
That’s when you show ‘em cuz they least expect it
Keep an emergency exit
Upcoming artist I emerge ‘n’ see the next hit
If you want something done correct it
It’s only your job to make sure and dead it
If someone’s writing you off
Mother****er speak up and better address it
Investing in the back end
I’ll give yo’ bitchass the back hand
Toxic mother ****er no I’ll take her back in again
But that’s gon be my downfall
When bad bitches around and down though
But that’s gon’ get you canceled when bad bitches around they’re gowns off
And i go off jotting down my mind only way imma love them
And you go soft like you with a bad bitch get erectile disfunction
Mercy I show love that’s the only way that you look tuff then
Fake a like bot that’s how you finna show up and poppin
You not wearing green You are not young thug
Bitch you are not a slime ball
You obeying the rules You a pussy boy
We **** the crime law
I’ll do it myself My ego too big
Bitch yes the grime tall
NYC is the best Atlanta the best
The state is mind y’all
Ayy making up odds and take no bitch no file faker than your bio
Lot though
Make up all this shit but fiction inscriptions makes you an author
Bought her
Only thing i sell out is this album take no offers
Spotter
Man your homeboy is a bitch so i might have to off her
Styler
Man my homeboy cannot vote because he got a prior
Die or
Give me all my money back Before i ****ing try hard
Lier
Bitch you ain’t write your bars so i can’t call you a rhymer
Minor
17 and I’m still better than half of these writers