[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 your 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