Lyrics

[Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C [Verse 1: Yung Mutt] 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 its throat, end up like a maxi-pad, soaked [Verse 2: Ramirez] Two-eleven, one-eight-seven, send them busters straight to heaven If that nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' meet my Smith & Wesson Creepin' out the fucking darkness, smurkin' all these busters, ho Fucking with the Devil, son, I rolls up on the flames, for sure Psychopathic lunatic, I'm looking for a soul to steal I put that Glock up to your grill, and watch youe punk ass fuckin' squeal Look into my eyes, see the thang that burns inside Fuckin' with the triple six, nigga, this shall be your demise [Chorus: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C [Verse 3: $lick $loth] Haven't-haven't had to kill yet, but I was born a murderer, brah Triple six my nation, I'm the red devil's chosen one Break in through the back, give a fuck '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 fuck with you bitches but Oddy got my back [Verse 4: Black Smurf] Still on that killer klan, creep up behind shit Memphis made a nigga, so you know I'm used to violence I'll fill you 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 your ass Think fast for that four fifth, lay you in the grass One-shot, turned into ash, so quick and fast No joke, my nigga's soaked, stay out my path, nigga [Refrain: Kingpin Skinny Pimp] Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean Stangin'-stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C