Robbers - Koopsta Knicca

I got money on my mind

Bitch, I’m blinded by the dollar signs

I’ll work a fucking 9 to 5 instead of signing dotted lines

By 9 to 5 I mean I’ve come to paint the town grey with 5 fucking 9s

I’m trying to take what’s mine

Which happens to be everything that I see

Might be selfish of me

But, if I don’t pick a side someone else is getting cash and pine

Dine and dash

Scraps is rationed

Slash and gash

Scratching rashes

Catching rats and slash it’s throat

End up like a maxi pad soaked

Haven’t had to kill yet but I was born a murderer

Triple 6 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 17 remember when we would burglar cars

My favorite gun that .45

I love how it bust

Smoke leaking 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