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

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 f**king 9 to 5 instead of signing dotted lines

by 9 to 5 i mean i've come

to paint the town grey with 5 f**king 9'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 n***a talking shit,

then he gon' meet my smith and wesson

creeping out the f**king darkness

smurking all these bustas ho'

f**king with the devil son i rolls up on the flank fosho

psychopathic lunatic i’m looking for a soul to steal

i put that glock up to yo' grill

and watch yo' punk ass f**king split

look into my eyes see the thang that burns inside

f**king with that triple six nigga,

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

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**k bout your burglar bars

when i was 17 remember when we would burglar cars

my favorite 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**k with you B*****s but oddy got my back

still on that killa klan

creep up behind shit

memphis made a n***a 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

robbers, they hang in the hood

where they ride clean

stang-stangin' like a bumblebee

with my .45 g-l-o-c