Budd Dwyer - Loot lyrics

[Hook] Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee With my .45 G-L-O-C-K [Verse 1: Yung Mutt] I got money on my mind b**h, I'm blinded by the dollar signs I'll work a f**ing 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**ing 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 it's throat End up like a maxi pad soaked [Verse 2: RVMIRXZ] Two-Eleven, One-Eight-Seven Send them bustas straight to heaven If that n***a talking sh**, then he gon' meet my Smith and Wesson Creeping out the f**ing darkness Smurking all these bustas ho' f**ing with the Devil and I rolls up on the flank fosho Psychopathic lunatic I'm lookin for a show to steal I put that Glock up to yo' grill and watch yo' punk a** f**ing split Look into my eyes see the thang that burns inside f**ing with that Triple Six n***a, this will be your demise [Hook] Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee With my .45 G-L-O-C-K [Verse 3: $lick $loth] Haven't had to k** 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 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** with you b**hes but Oddy got my back [Verse 4: Black Smurf] [Hook] Robbers, they hang in the hood Where they ride clean Stang-stangin' like a bumblebee With my .45 G-L-O-C-K