Karaoké Ante Up (Robbin Hoodz Theory) M.O.P.

You nah mean it's gettin' ready to go down

Funkmaster Flex, Tunnel style shout to Big Kap, Cipha Sounds

M.O.P. ante up in the fuckin' background

For the real niggas you nah mean

Shout to Brooklyn, Queens

Long Island, Staten Island

Uptown Harlem, where the BX all my real niggas with the

Twenty Inches outside you nah mean

Fake niggas get the fuck out and hold on to yo' shit

You nah mean

Funk Flex, one time for your

Motherfuckin' mind one

Take minks off

Uh take things off uh

Take chains off

Uh take rings off uh

Bracelets is yapped fame came off

Ante up

Everything off fool, what you want

We stiflin' fools fool, what you want

Your life or your jewels the rules

Back 'em down next thing pat 'em down

Respect mine we Brooklyn bound

Bound now now

Brownsville home of the brave

Put in work in the street like a slave

Keep a rugged dress code always in distress mode

That shit gon' send you to your grave

So you think I don't know that

Blaow

Nigga hold that

Blaow nigga hold that

Blaow

Nigga hold that from the street, cousin

You know the drill

I'm nine hundred and ninety-nine

Thou short of a mill

Ante up

Yap that fool

Ante up kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing you see the man shinin'

Get up off them goddamn

Oh diamonds

Ante up yap that fool

Ante up

Kidnap that fool

Get him, get him get him hit him, hit him

Hit him yap him

Yap him

Yap him zap him them thugs you know

Ain't friendly them jewels you rock

Make 'em envy you thinkin' it's all good

You creep through a small hood goons comin' up outta

The cut for your goods and they all should

Ante up yap that fool

You want big money kidnap that fool

If you up in the club

I've got your pistal money

Catch them fools at the bar for that Cristal money

The eighty seven stickup kids

What you niggas sayin' get the fuck up out that

Seven forty, shorty, I ain't playin' it's flash that thang time

Bang

Bang time ante up nigga, it's game time

Hand over the ring kick over the chain

Gimme the fuckin' watch before

I pop one in your brain

Stop playin' these childish games with me

Representin' one seven one eight

One eight, eh dangerously, nigga ante up

Yap that fool

Ante up kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing you see the man shinin'

Get up off them goddamn

Oh diamonds

Ante up yap that fool

Ante up

Kidnap that fool get him get him

Get him, get him hit him, hit him

Hit him hit him

Yap him yap him zap him

I'm a street regulator true player hater

Get back down, make yo' ass

MAC sprayer hater

Things that we need money, clothes, weed

Indeed, hot food, booze essentials, credentials

Code of the streets

Uh owners who creep uh

Slow when you sleep

Uh holdin' the heat

Put holes in your Jeep respect the streets

It's the L-I-L F-A-M-E

Uh uh

Yeah, nigga Danze gave you a chance

'Cos I blasted yo' man

I'm in the wrong

He said he was strong

I had reason to believe

He had some shit up his sleeve all along

So

Fuck you, Your Honor check my persona

I'm strung out off of

Old Gold and marijuana

Imma do what I wanna quiet as kept

Raise hell

Til' I'm expired and stretched yes Lord ante up

Yap that fool

Ante up kidnap that fool

It's the perfect timing you see the man shinin'

Get up off them goddamn

Oh diamonds

Ante up yap that fool ante up

Kidnap that fool

Get him, get him get him hit him, hit him

Hit him yap him

Yap him

Yap him yap him hahahahahahaha

Fuck fuck fuck

Nigga what's up what's up

What's up what's up fuck and fuck em

Huh ya mami

First Family

First Family

Motherfucker yeah