Follow Home Robbers

The city's so-called "follow home robberies"

Where police say, teams of thieves generally

Work in orchestrated groups to target

Follow, assault and steal from unsuspecting victims

Recently very rare, now all too common

Gotta keep that strap

Gotta watch your back

Gotta keep that strap

Gotta watch your back

Gotta keep that strap

Gotta watch your back (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

Gotta keep that strap (Ayy, ayy)

You know the procedure when that pistol in your face

Kidnap and tie your family up, that money in that safe

Now give me that, give me that shit, give me that shit

Drop it off, give me that shit, give me that shit

Yeah, circle your block a few times, don't just pull up where you stay

If you don't feed the killers, that's when you turn into prey

Now give me that, give me that shit, give me that shit

Drop it off, give me that shit, give me that shit

No remorse for the shit they did, kidnapping your kid

Play it smooth, yeah, you know the rules, walk 'em in his crib

Tape their mouth, you can't hear 'em cry, but you see the tears

Where the vault?

This ain't what you thought, boy, these niggas serious

Than a bitch, boy, you better not flinch, that's when shit get tense

Home invasion, they done left 'em stankin', whole house got a stench

Hittin' licks out at all events 'cause they be in the mix

And you drunk off that Casamigo, tweakin' with a bitch

You should've dipped when that gang left but you was playin' chess

Gave that boy so many face shots he didn't have no brains left

Be prepared for the triple-cross and let your issue off

'Cause your homies just gon' tell your mama sorry for her loss

To be aware is to be alive, look niggas in their eyes

'Cause the snakes right there in the grass, please don't be surprised

By the danger, treacherous, thought you was lit, you died

It's a must that you keep in touch and keep it on your side

You know the procedure when that pistol in your—

Robbers wait for their victims often near high-price luxury stores

To tale them to an isolated area, sometimes their own home

Underground tape cassette shit (Yeah, rest in peace, Gangsta Boo)

Memphis, what's up, mane? Yeah (Hey, hey, hey, Mafia)

Yeah, plug god, Gangsta Boo,

What's up, mane? (Hitkidd, what it do, man?)

Bloody bodies in the yard like a zombie apocalypse (Yeah)

The walking dead,

I'm so-so scared and I don't know how to get up out this bitch (Yeah)

As I creep these ghetto streets, lookin' for a feast (Yeah)

Soon they bleed 'cause my eyes are red, hail Mary me (Let's go)

Look in the sky, niggas is do or just die,

I did not make up them rules (Yeah)

Please don't ask why, buster, 'cause neither did I,

I don't wanna lose my cool (Yeah)

Can't when shit hit the fan,

You better drop it off and that's strictly on demand

This be dead that gangster music that make them bitches lose it

(Let's go)

But it's all good 'cause I grew up on that hood shit

Started out at fourteen when I joined the Triple Six (Ho)

Bitches be hatin' 'cause we get so paid

And it's hard not to kill all you pussy hoes (Yeah, ho)

I'd hardly be hardly, the one that'll do it

Not claimin' I'll kill you, but it's nothin' to it (Yeah, ho)

Just come off of that paper, bitch

Just come off of that paper, bitch

I put that pistol to your temple

Just come off of that paper, bitch

Just come off of that paper, bitch

Just come off of that paper, bitch

I put that pistol to your temple

Just come off of that paper, bitch (Let's go)

Just come off of that paper

Just come-just come off of that paper, bitch

Just come off of that paper

Just come-just come off of that paper, bitch

Just come off of that paper, bitch

Just come off of that paper, bitch

I put that pistol to your temple

Just come off of that paper, bitch (Let's go)