Detroit, Hey what, they gave us two bonuses this year And you know what
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
Hennied up, ginnied up, ski mask, black Dickey outfit, passenger side, pistol grip it I just did two lines A chrome tech nine, it'll out niggaz spines
a party, go on in and have fun 'Cause after it's all you gon' hear is Shootin', blastin', the floor Ten-thousand in the safe, I'm 'bout to score
'Cause I'm dangerous, off Shit I'll bust even the that came with us And this is for my nigga's that be robbin' and Carjackin', murder one's, and drug dealin'
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
I stumble in the club up, nine millimeter cocked Something's telling me to stop, fuck it I see the cops Nigga's don't believe until see it's out Stupid want to take the scenic route, now the heater's out
Bitches scream like I my penis out Beggin' me to put that big away, but the demon's out on the floor, come out of that naked Come out of diamonds and you come out of that velor
The party is over, shut the down, cut the music Matter of fact it back up shit I can use it I need the noise in case I to let a couple off Saw another icey chain, over and tugged it off
Give me that butter soft, and since you out the bar You can buy my drinks for and tomorrow I'm out for the paper, my better hide the jewels I'm in the game starvin', and I ain't buy the rules nigga
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)