Loot
Ramirez, Black Smurf, $uicideboy$
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Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee With my 45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee With my 45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee With my 45 G-L-O-C I got money on my mind, bitch I'm blinded by the dollar signs I'll work a fucking nine-to-five instead Of signin' dotted lines by nine-to-five I mean I've come to paint the town grey With five fucking 9s I'm tryna take what's mine Which happens to be everythin' that I see Might be selfish of me But if I don't pick a side Someone else is gettin' cash and pine Dine and dash, scraps is rationed Slash and gash, scratchin' rashes Catchin' rats and slash it's throat, end up Like a maxi pad, soaked 2-11, one-eight-seven Send them bustas straight to heaven If that nigga talkin' shit Then he gon' meet my Smith & Wesson Creepin' out the fucking darkness Smurkin' all these bustas, ho Fucking with the Devil, son, I Rolls up on the flames, fo' sho' Psychopathic lunatic I'm looking for a soul to steal I put that Glock up to yo' grill And watch yo' punk ass fucking squeal Look into my eyes See the thang that burns inside Fuckin' with that triple six, nigga This shall be your demise Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee With my 45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee With my 45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee With my 45 G-L-O-C Haven't had to kill yet But I was born a murderer Triple six my nation I'm the red devil's chosen one Break in through the back Give a f*ck 'bout your burglar bars When I was seventeen Remember when we would burgle cars My favorite gun that 45, I love how it bust Smoke leakin' out your chest Body stuffed in the trunk I'm ridin' round in Hollygrove Best believe I got that strap Can't f*ck with you bitches But Oddy got my back Still on that killa' klan Creep up behind shit memphis made a nigga So you know I'm used to violence I'll fill ya up with slugs, come play a thug Automatic to his chest Have him coughin' up a lung Catch a blast, might for the cash It be ya' ass Think fast for that four fifth Lay ya' in the grass One-shot, turned into ash, so quick and fast No joke, my nigga's soaked, stay out my path Nigga Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee with My 45 G-L-O-C robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee with My 45 G-L-O-C robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee with My 45 G-L-O-C
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Written by: Aristos Petrou, Ivan Ramirez, John Crawford, Scott Arcenaux
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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