[Lyric] IRob Interlude (Crock Taylor)

[Verse]
Imagine me creeping all through your bushes
Can't see me, I see you looking
This heater fiendin' to cook you

Been plotting on how to get you
I'm sliding all through the projects
I promise, I got a pistol
That's dying to fix this issue

But you ain't the problem, my pockets starving
Plus I hear a lot of talking
On facebook live, niggas flossing

Keep playing 'round, I'ma toss him
Onto the ground and I force him
To take all the fashion off
I know this doesn't happen often, but...

I ain't even get finished planning
I really just want the cash
Ain't no reason for me to blam him
Believe me, you'd understand
If you needed to feed your family
This evening, I gotta see him
I seen him on Instagram, he...

Posting storiеs
He telling tales of his richеs
The bottle popping with bitches
Location on all his pictures

It can't be hard to find him
Up in the spot with all the strippers
Mixing a lot of that liquor
I got the drop, I'ma get him

[Hook]
Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not talking on the telly, if it's not about dough
So you know, Queens niggas running this shit
Lofi, got to rep the clique

Give it up fast, quick and not slow
Not talking on the telly, if it's not about dough
So you know, Queens niggas running this shit
Lofi, got to rep the clique