Detroit, Hey guess what, they gave us two bonuses this And you what happened?
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
Hennied up, ginnied up, ski mask, black outfit, passenger side, pistol grip pump Fuck it I did two lines A chrome tech nine, it'll out niggaz spines
a party, go on in and have fun 'Cause it's over all you gon' hear is Shootin', blastin', hittin' the in the safe, shit I'm 'bout to score
'Cause I'm dangerous, off Shit bust even the nigga that came with us And is for my nigga's that be robbin' and stealin' Carjackin', murder one's, and fuckin' dealin'
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
I stumble in the club blowed up, nine cocked Something's telling me to stop, it I don't see the cops Nigga's don't believe until they see out Stupid motherfuckers want to take the scenic route, now the out
Bitches like I pulled my penis out Beggin' me to put that big away, but the demon's out Everybody on the floor, come out of that Come out of them diamonds and you come out of that
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 I have to let a couple off Saw icey chain, walked over and tugged it off
Give me that butter soft, and you buyin' out the bar You can buy my drinks for today and I'm out for the paper, my homie better hide the I'm in the starvin', and I ain't playin' buy the rules nigga
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)