[Hook: Azizi Gibson]
On the road and I'm racing
I don't know what I'm facing
Driving past the police station
I'm way too far in this Matrix
I rob the bank and I'm thinking (4x)
What should I do? (4x)
(I don't know what I..)
 
[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Speedchase on the freeway
Like oh no I'm fucked up
Tryna split the money when I'm 3 ways
But a nigga done snitched on us
So I hit the gaspedal all the way
So twelve can see my dust
Cause I'm not going down no way
She got me fucked up
So I gotta roll myself a damn J
Something that'll take my stress away
Something real trippy for me to play
Cause this shit got me in a daze
And my mom on the cellphone, got the tone (oh no)
Left a voicemail on the cell, "I'm sorry mama, I won't be coming home"
Then I toss out the phone, the gps was on
Then I speed up some more
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 2: Azizi Gibson]
Speeding through the fastlane
Don't know if I be out at the end
Looking through the rearview
They getting closer again
I'm calling if I'm near you
You might have to hide your friends
I can't even steer it through
I hope I don't crash the whip
 
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Robin Hood Lyrics

Azizi Gibson – Robin Hood Lyrics

[Hook: Azizi Gibson]
On the road and I'm racing
I don't know what I'm facing
Driving past the police station
I'm way too far in this Matrix
I rob the bank and I'm thinking (4x)
What should I do? (4x)
(I don't know what I..)
 
[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Speedchase on the freeway
Like oh no I'm fucked up
Tryna split the money when I'm 3 ways
But a nigga done snitched on us
So I hit the gaspedal all the way
So twelve can see my dust
Cause I'm not going down no way
She got me fucked up
So I gotta roll myself a damn J
Something that'll take my stress away
Something real trippy for me to play
Cause this shit got me in a daze
And my mom on the cellphone, got the tone (oh no)
Left a voicemail on the cell, "I'm sorry mama, I won't be coming home"
Then I toss out the phone, the gps was on
Then I speed up some more
 
[Hook]
 
[Verse 2: Azizi Gibson]
Speeding through the fastlane
Don't know if I be out at the end
Looking through the rearview
They getting closer again
I'm calling if I'm near you
You might have to hide your friends
I can't even steer it through
I hope I don't crash the whip