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Loot 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