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 nine-to-five instead of signing dotted lines
By nine-to-five I mean I've come to paint the town grey with five f*cking nine'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 it's throat
End up like a maxi-pad soaked

[Verse 2: RAMIREZ]
Two-eleven, One-eight-seven
Send them busta's 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, hoe
f*cking with the Devil, son, I rolls up on the flank, 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 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, bruh
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 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