KILLAS, ROBBERS & JUGGERS

Lyrics

[Intro] Nyah, nyah, hey ShittyBoyz Mm, hmm, hey (Don't you know you won the lotto?) [Verse 1] Hit it with some xyla', boy, this shit'll drop a hippo Presidential tinted, you would think the pop a limo Why you talkin' pape' and you ain't never shopped on Zillow? Snuck a trey through TSA, I should've copped a pillow I bet Don bring her out her shell like an armadillo We some sea creatures, we'll turn some sharks to minnows Hundred on me, lookin' for the drank, I need a case I got a hundred for some Perc' 10s, shit, I need like eight Nowadays it's Spectres, pandemic, it'd be i8's Everybody got a time, I know I gotta see my day Askin' all thеse questions, shit, I think doggy CIA Walk him down, pull my mask up, I let him see my facе Poker face and tag too, five AK, let him see my hands You damn near still ain't finished puberty, you still ain't seen nine bands? Huh, why he tryna be Militia? He can't be my mans If I don't pull the Mike Amiris down, this bitch gon' eat my pants Sandstorm paintjob, the seats butter pecan Bill Laimbeer, pop out, a dub in each hand Lil' bro burnt out, got a gun in each hand You better hope he don't blank, he get ugly off Xans You would think that unc' on vaca', stompin' in the sand You would think it's homecoming, get to drumming like a band When it come to pape', ain't nothin' more important than the profit [Chorus] I'd rather be the kidnapper than the hostage I'd rather be the killer than who got popped I'd rather be the robber than who got robbed I'd rather be the swiper than who got scammed I'd rather be the jugger than who got hammed [Verse 2] Knockin' on all my neighbors' doors, like, who got pans? Twenty-five, I'm thinkin' Double R, last year I drived Ram It ain't 'bout who the star, shit, who got the high hand? Lil' Tron was rockin' like that since the rock pants Hold on, where I'm at again? Let me check my lo', you know I'm in here smacked again Unfuckwitables by 'bow, you know we crackin' heads Blood ain't mobile, but he got a brick, he finna trap for Benz 'Fore I ever touched a dub, I had to stack by tens Bein' grown'll fuck you up, done cut off half my friends Cutty got his wrist in the pot, he tryna snatch a— yeah Your dead mans hittin' hard as fuck, I wish I had a bed But your cousin, he a pack of reg' You know the lifestyle we live, I'm somewhere at the edge Any time I got a loaf, the guys got half the bread Lil' neph went and caught a B, he had to scrap the dreads I ain't slept in a week, shit, that's the meds We was goin' light last year, we finna max the press I can see through that smile, boy, your ass depressed The first day of fall, you know I went and cashed a 'Tek Glass cleaner, let me show you how to cash a check Might as well take your jersey off, you just sat the bench Real gremlin, bro don't care if they smacked with fent' This day, seven years ago, I had some jacks to catch Now I got a mil' to count, can somebody help me? He gon' keep tryna wild out until somebody belt him I need a line on AlPharma, can somebody tell me? Twenty-five, the Hype Boys, nah, this ain't unky Pelle [Interlude] Can somebody help me? Can somebody belt him? Ayy, ayy, hell naw, this ain't unky Pelle ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam, you know? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy (Nyah) [Chorus] I'd rather be the kidnapper than the hostage I'd rather be the killer than who got popped I'd rather be the robber than who got robbed I'd rather be the swiper than who got scammed I'd rather be the jugger than who got hammed