Armani White – ROB YOUR EX. Lyrics

 

ROB YOUR EX. Lyrics

 

Stunt when I walk through
My baby don’t jump for no come through’s
I’m blunt when I want you
Hit once, quick runtz I could talk to
Think I’m capping, bitch, I dont have friends
She got on rag pants, it’s from her last man
Sound like a whole lotta boogers in a napkin
That ain’t my business, I ain’t asking
I know you want a n**** with his head screwed fully on
Lay the outfit on the bed ‘fore I put it on
If I bring her through I got my friends yelling, “Put me on”
If you let it go back then, I get it, then it’s good as gone, I say
Same choppa just a different issue
And I don’t like the way the n**** did you
It’s only right to make the split official
Is if you take it with you, say

We should rob your ex n****, ex n****
I’m talking ’bout that n****, that n****
Need a n**** who gon’ step witcha, step witcha
Not a n**** that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex n****, yes, n****
I don’t like the way he texting ya
44 bulldog, I’m a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a n**** who gon’ step witcha
In broad day, broad day light

I’m popping but I might just take a picture, ayo
I’m single but I might just do it witcha, ayo
My choppa but she cock it like she miss it, ayo
My profit but I might get her the richard, ayo
Stamped for me, she run them bands for me
And now she wanna throw this g-lock in her ‘Gram story
Couple hoopers in the comments gettin’ cute for it
2 pointers, n***** do me foul then we can shoot for it
Aye, I’d Die for the guys
Shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes
Take a n**** watch, don’t die for the ice
Plus you know that shit gon’ look fly on my live mhm
You ain’t payin’ no mind, n****
You was flexing knowing that she mine, n****
And she was running that shit back to my n*****
And we got you lined, n**** say

We should rob your ex n****, ex n****
I’m talking ’bout that n****, that n****
Need a n**** who gon’ step witcha, step witcha
Not a n**** that be pressing ya, I said
We should rob your ex n****, yes, n****
I don’t like the way he texting ya
44 bulldog, I’m a pet sitter
Them broads say you need a n**** who gon’ step witcha
In broad day, broad day light