[Intro: Juicy J] 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)
[Chorus: Juicy J] 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
[Verse 1: Juicy J] 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
[Bridge: Juicy J] 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
[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo & Juicy J] 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)
[Outro: Gangsta Boo & Juicy J] 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)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
