Loot – $uicideboy$

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 fuc*** nine-to-five instead of signing dotted lines
By nine-to-five I mean I’ve come to paint the town grey with five fuc*** 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 its throat
End up like a maxi pad soaked

Two-Eleven, One-Eight-Seven
Send them bustas straight to heaven
If that ni*** talking shit, then he gon’ meet my Smith and Wesson
Creeping out the fuc*** darkness
Smurking all these bustas ho’
Fuc*** 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 fuc*** split
Look into my eyes see the thang that burns inside
Fuc*** with that Triple Six ni***, this will 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 6 my nation I’m the red devil’s chosen one
Break in through the back
Give a f*** ‘bout your burglar bars
When I was 17 remember when we would burglar cars
My favourite 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*** with you bitches but Oddy got my back

Still on that killa klan
Creep up behind shit
Memphis made a ni*** 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 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