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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 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 Nines, 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






2-11, 187, send them bustas straight to heaven

If that nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' meet my Smith & Wesson

Creepin' out the fucking darkness

Smurkin' all these bustas, hoe

Fucking 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 fucking split

Look into my eyes, see the thang that burns inside

Fuckin' with that triple six, nigga, this shall 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 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






Still on that killa' klan

Creep up behind shit

Memphis made a nigga, 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 coughin' 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