Loot $uicideboy$ (Ft. Black Smurf & Ramirez)

[Refrain: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C
Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
Stang, stangin' like a bumblebee, with my .45 G-L-O-C
Robbers, they hang in the hood where they ride clean
Stang, 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]
2-11, one-eight-seven, send them bustas straight to heaven
If that nigga talkin' shit, then he gon' meet my Smith & Wesson
Creepin' out the fucking darkness
Smurkin' all these bustas, ho
Fucking with the Devil, son, I rolls up on the flames, fo' sho'
Psychopathic lunatic, I'm looking for a soul to steal
I put that Glock up to yo' grill, and watch yo' punk ass fucking squeal
Look into my eyes, see the thang that burns inside
Fuckin' with that triple six, nigga, this shall be your demise