ROB YOUR EX. - Armani White

Hey babe

I miss you

Wait, what?

You are crazy

I mean, I'm ready when you are

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 don't 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 nigga 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 her go and 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 nigga did you

It's only right to make the split official

Is if you take it with you

Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga

I'm talking bout that nigga, that nigga

Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha

Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said

We should rob your ex nigga, yes nigga

I don't like the way he texting ya

44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter

Them broads say you need a nigga 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 her comments getting cute for it

Two pointers, nigga do me foul then we can shoot for it

Ay, I'd die for the guys

Shorty wanna risk her life for the vibes

Take a nigga watch, don't die for the ice

Plus you know that shit gon' look fly on my live, mhmm

You ain't pay her no mind, nigga

You was flexing knowing that she mine, nigga

And she was running that shit back to mine, nigga

And we got you lined, nigga

Say, we should rob your ex nigga, ex nigga

I'm talking bout that nigga, that nigga

Need a nigga who gon' step witcha, step witcha

Not a nigga that be pressing ya, I said

We should rob your ex nigga, yes nigga

I don't like the way he texting ya

44 bulldog, I'm a pet sitter

Them broads say you need a nigga who gon' step witcha

In broad day, broad day light