Boyz In The Woodz
By Robin Banks
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(Chorus: Robin Banks)
Heard they wanna rob me if they could then they should
Yeah I got it on me, so I wish a nigga would
Gotta keep it on me, cause niggas hate in the hood
Come to the NorthSide nigga we them boyz in the woods (x2)
(Verse 1: Robin Banks)
Robin Banks, but you know I'm just paper stacking
FB told me keep the strap cause we team no lackin
You broke, that's a joke, now my squad laughing
Shooters on deck, no applause when we get the clapping
Feds ask questions, give them no answer
These boys want no smoke they don't want no cancer
Bitch be fucking with the kid, probably heard my bands up
.40 on me so this Gucci belt can hold my pants up
Blocks hot everyday, that's nothing
Fuck loud, sipping lean till I'm numbing
See I'm counting so much cash
And I'm counting all these bandz
Fingers ache took a break from thumbing
On my block is where them killers at
If you violate then they shooting at your fitted cap
Stalk a nigga till we find out where he shitting at
Then run up in his crib and leave his brains on the ceiling fan
Three letters SOS they my fam bitch
GD, FB and K Savage
IMG they my dogs, they my mans bitch
Word around town we hot, so we can't be strapless
They wanna take my life,They wanna take my stripes,But nah nigga see you can't have it (x2)
Got the Nina on my waist, now the Nina in your face, don't try me nigga, cause I'll blast it, a nigga diss the set,watch me slap em,free the hood, fuck the rats you could have em (x2)
(Chorus: Robin Banks)
(Verse 2: Yonge Grove)
You, Rob me?
You a woulda have, coulda have, shoulda have nigga
You a bitch, up in the streets
Real niggas, real hittas, no sucka ass niggas round me
Sucka free
My niggas are problems, you niggas can't solve it
We shooting revolvers, we young and we balling
We party them wallets, them boys from the woods
My niggas they running, trappin all days, stack hunnids on hunnids
Dope boy shit, got my mind on my money
Yeah my youngins is with me so you really don't want it
I say he really don't want it
Got youngins with me so you really don't want it
When they see you nigga, then they running up on you
And they bang and they bang and they banging up on you
Don't get caught in the corner, this is a warning
Shots will warm ya
My niggas take lives, and put it on ice, off in a corner
IMG, coming to take this bitch over
I'm holding it down, new Grove order
Wait till my niggas come home it's over nigga
(Chorus: Robin Banks)
Heard they wanna rob me if they could then they should
Yeah I got it on me, so I wish a nigga would
Gotta keep it on me, cause niggas hate in the hood
Come to the NorthSide nigga we them boyz in the woods (x2)
Heard they wanna rob me if they could then they should
Yeah I got it on me, so I wish a nigga would
Gotta keep it on me, cause niggas hate in the hood
Come to the NorthSide nigga we them boyz in the woods (x2)
(Verse 1: Robin Banks)
Robin Banks, but you know I'm just paper stacking
FB told me keep the strap cause we team no lackin
You broke, that's a joke, now my squad laughing
Shooters on deck, no applause when we get the clapping
Feds ask questions, give them no answer
These boys want no smoke they don't want no cancer
Bitch be fucking with the kid, probably heard my bands up
.40 on me so this Gucci belt can hold my pants up
Blocks hot everyday, that's nothing
Fuck loud, sipping lean till I'm numbing
See I'm counting so much cash
And I'm counting all these bandz
Fingers ache took a break from thumbing
On my block is where them killers at
If you violate then they shooting at your fitted cap
Stalk a nigga till we find out where he shitting at
Then run up in his crib and leave his brains on the ceiling fan
Three letters SOS they my fam bitch
GD, FB and K Savage
IMG they my dogs, they my mans bitch
Word around town we hot, so we can't be strapless
They wanna take my life,They wanna take my stripes,But nah nigga see you can't have it (x2)
Got the Nina on my waist, now the Nina in your face, don't try me nigga, cause I'll blast it, a nigga diss the set,watch me slap em,free the hood, fuck the rats you could have em (x2)
(Chorus: Robin Banks)
(Verse 2: Yonge Grove)
You, Rob me?
You a woulda have, coulda have, shoulda have nigga
You a bitch, up in the streets
Real niggas, real hittas, no sucka ass niggas round me
Sucka free
My niggas are problems, you niggas can't solve it
We shooting revolvers, we young and we balling
We party them wallets, them boys from the woods
My niggas they running, trappin all days, stack hunnids on hunnids
Dope boy shit, got my mind on my money
Yeah my youngins is with me so you really don't want it
I say he really don't want it
Got youngins with me so you really don't want it
When they see you nigga, then they running up on you
And they bang and they bang and they banging up on you
Don't get caught in the corner, this is a warning
Shots will warm ya
My niggas take lives, and put it on ice, off in a corner
IMG, coming to take this bitch over
I'm holding it down, new Grove order
Wait till my niggas come home it's over nigga
(Chorus: Robin Banks)
Heard they wanna rob me if they could then they should
Yeah I got it on me, so I wish a nigga would
Gotta keep it on me, cause niggas hate in the hood
Come to the NorthSide nigga we them boyz in the woods (x2)
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