Capolow - Highway Robbery Lyrics

Chorus
This a highway robbery, trick
All my 304's charge a fee, you sick
Easy to think im fuckin on this bitch
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Verse
Stepped in the game like who dat,
Check 15 out that bitch then i threw that
Cause ive been on the road for a month
Im smoking out the P, I aint even matching blunts
Nigga you aint never ran it up
12 in the morning, i be on the money hunt
Step in Ruth Chris, i spent 200 on a lunch
Bought a toy bentley truck for my son turnin 1
Aye, mama told me stay up out of jail,
But my P.O. don't wanna see me prevail
Free my cousin out that jam, he's still fighting off an F
Stay stolid in that jam, take that ????
Aye, just touched down its going down
Aint get no mail when i was locked in that cell
Aint nobody hold me down, everybody else fell
So ima stack this money, middle fingers in the air
I keep a .34 whoever plottin, aye, aye
Blue hunnids stuffed in my pockets, aye
I dont fuck with new niggas gotta watch em
Plottin on this chain, like a cradle ima rock it
Sucker duckin and im dummy dodgin,
304 came with that bag, make deposits
Police on my ass and i know that they watchin
But I can't stop doing kick downs and breakin pockets
The whole damn family gotta eat
When it comes to this money, i can never miss a beat
Without ten toes, how you stand on yo feet?
Without ten toes, how you cross all yo t's?

Chorus
This a highway robbery, trick
All my 304's charge a fee, you sick
Easy to think im fuckin on this bitch
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