Heist Masters - 2472505 M.O.P.

[Intro: Lil Fame]
Heistmasters
Heistmasters
Still out here
We still out here

[Verse 1: Lil Fame]
To the day that I'm gunned down, it's Brownsville mi amor
Posted up with my foot on the wall
Like ya man on the train sticker that read do not lean on door
Got three gunners with me, bout to squeeze all four
It's the '87 stick up kids, move on 'em
Assaulted by culprits, with tools on 'em
Tray eight foul, these is the repercussions of a mothafucking ref of a record that ain't sell
I'm out here 'til the gun boys clap
And I wonder why the fuck is Pharrell so happy?
It's the money, but I'm a thug it 'til de Blasio trap me
Older brother gone, no mother, no papi
Use your money, well nigga play the front, one case the place
And two guns in your face for the love of big faces
We pull capers, listen, give me the money and the jewels
My dude or get your face lift

[Hook: Lil Fame]
Heistmasters
We still at it, black masks hoodies on, we still at it
Mashin' for the cash, we still at it
Get backed down with the blue steel matic
This is heistmasters
We still at it, black masks hoodies on, we still at it
Mashin' for the cash, we still at it
Get backed down with the blue steel matic
This is