Detroit, Hey guess what, they gave us two bonuses this And you know what
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
Hennied up, ginnied up, ski mask, black Dickey outfit, side, pistol grip pump Fuck it I did two lines A chrome tech nine, it'll tear out niggaz
a party, go on in and have fun 'Cause after it's over all you gon' is Shootin', blastin', hittin' the in the safe, shit I'm 'bout to score
'Cause I'm dangerous, off Shit I'll bust even the nigga that with us And this is for my that be robbin' and stealin' Carjackin', one's, and fuckin' drug dealin'
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
I stumble in the club blowed up, nine millimeter telling me to stop, fuck it I don't see the cops Nigga's don't until they see it's out Stupid motherfuckers want to take the scenic route, now the out
Bitches scream I pulled my penis out Beggin' me to put that big motherfucker away, but the out Everybody on the floor, come out of naked out of them diamonds and you come out of that velor
The is over, shut the fuck down, cut the music of fact turn it back up shit I can use it I the noise in case I have to let a couple off Saw another icey chain, walked and tugged it off
Give me butter soft, and since you buyin' 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 playin' buy the rules
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)