[Refrain: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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

[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]
2-11, one-eight-seven, send them bustas straight to heaven
If that n***a talkin' shit, then he gon' meet my Smith & Wesson
Creepin' out the fucking darkness
Smurkin' all these bustas, ho
Fucking with the Devil, son, I rolls up on the flames, 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 squeal
Look into my eyes, see the thang that burns inside
Fuckin' with that triple six, n***a, this shall be your demise
[Refrain: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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

[Verse 3: $LICK $LOTH]
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

[Verse 4: Black Smurf]
Still on that killa' klan, creep up behind shit
Memphis made a n***a, so you know I'm used to violence
I'll fill ya 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 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 n***a's soaked, stay out my path, n***a
[Refrain: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
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