[Intro]
I robbed a bank in Tampa
And I thought I had it made
But the hounds picked up my trail within the glades
So I ran, and I stumbled on this cabin
And she came to me once more
She said, "Give up your guns and face the law"
[Verse 1: 9DM]
I ain't giving up my guns; it's how I do business
All I need is two minutes, rob a bank with you in it
My crew's vicious, bandanas to cover faces
Dodging a couple cases, and robbing in public places
Guns are stainless [...] young and famous
Got horses under the hood and they run in races
They can never catch me, that's why I love the chases
We're outlaws so they wanna lock us up in cages
I ain't gettin' caught, push the pedal, hit the block
Just in time to miss the cops, Robbie in a prison locked
Luckily I win a lot, bad guys descend the plot
If I'm dying at the end then you know why we're sending shots!
I'm on the run from the man, it was nothing, I ran
I smoke a blunt when I can, but I ain't right on the edge
I won't be up in the stand for the government, damn
It's come up with a plan or do life in the Feds
I call justice a scam, I want what's in demand
Like every drug that was banned, I'll live life when I'm dead
Fuck the judge and his fans, I'm leaving nothing to chance
I got a gun in my hand cause there's a price on my head
But it's all good cause they ain't taking me alive
And when I pull the stick-up, you wouldn't wanna be inside
I ain't leaving witnesses, you fucking snitches need to die
Texting the F-E-Ds giving up T-M-I
I won't even lie, you should run for your own protection
No mask, robbing banks, I'm a local legend
An outlaw that's on the run so you know I'm stressin'
And every night I go to sleep with a loaded weapon
I robbed a bank in Tampa
And I thought I had it made
But the hounds picked up my trail within the glades
So I ran, and I stumbled on this cabin
And she came to me once more
She said, "Give up your guns and face the law"
[Verse 1: 9DM]
I ain't giving up my guns; it's how I do business
All I need is two minutes, rob a bank with you in it
My crew's vicious, bandanas to cover faces
Dodging a couple cases, and robbing in public places
Guns are stainless [...] young and famous
Got horses under the hood and they run in races
They can never catch me, that's why I love the chases
We're outlaws so they wanna lock us up in cages
I ain't gettin' caught, push the pedal, hit the block
Just in time to miss the cops, Robbie in a prison locked
Luckily I win a lot, bad guys descend the plot
If I'm dying at the end then you know why we're sending shots!
I'm on the run from the man, it was nothing, I ran
I smoke a blunt when I can, but I ain't right on the edge
I won't be up in the stand for the government, damn
It's come up with a plan or do life in the Feds
I call justice a scam, I want what's in demand
Like every drug that was banned, I'll live life when I'm dead
Fuck the judge and his fans, I'm leaving nothing to chance
I got a gun in my hand cause there's a price on my head
But it's all good cause they ain't taking me alive
And when I pull the stick-up, you wouldn't wanna be inside
I ain't leaving witnesses, you fucking snitches need to die
Texting the F-E-Ds giving up T-M-I
I won't even lie, you should run for your own protection
No mask, robbing banks, I'm a local legend
An outlaw that's on the run so you know I'm stressin'
And every night I go to sleep with a loaded weapon
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