Loot

[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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

[Verse 1: Yung Mutt]
I got money on my mind
b*tch, I'm blinded by the dollar signs
I'll work a f*cking 9 to 5 instead of signing dotted lines
By 9 to 5 I mean I've come to paint the town grey with 5 f*cking 9's
I'm trying to take what's mine
Which happens to be everything that I see
Might be selfish of me
But, if I don't pick a side someone else is getting cash and pine
Dine and dash
Scraps is rationed
Slash and gash
Scratching rashes
Catching rats and slash its throat
End up like a maxi pad soaked

[Verse 2: RAMIREZ]
Two-Eleven, One-Eight-Seven
Send them bustas straight to heaven
If that n*gga talking sh*t, then he gon' meet my Smith and Wesson
Creeping out the f*cking darkness
Smurking all these bustas ho'
f*cking with the Devil son I rolls up on the flank fosho
Psychopathic lunatic I'm looking for a soul to steal
I put that Glock up to yo' grill and watch yo' punk ass f*cking split
Look into my eyes see the thang that burns inside
f*cking with that Triple Six n*gga, this will be your demise

[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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


[Verse 3: $lick $loth]
Haven't had to kill yet but I was born a murderer
Triple 6 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 17 remember when we would burglar cars
My favorite gun that .45
I love how it bust
Smoke leaking 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 b*tches but Oddy got my back

[Verse 4: Black Smurf]
Still on that killa klan
Creep up behind sh*t
Memphis made a n*gga so you know I'm used to violence
I feel you're owed for slugs
Come play a thug
Automatic to his chest have him coughing up a lung
Catch a blast
May flood 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 n*gga's soaked
Stay out my path
n*gga

[Hook: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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