Detroit, Hey guess what, they gave us two this year And you what happened?
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
Hennied up, ginnied up, ski mask, truck Dickey outfit, passenger side, grip pump Fuck it I just did two A chrome tech nine, it'll tear out spines
It's a party, go on in and fun after it's over all you gon' hear is Shootin', blastin', hittin' the in the safe, shit I'm 'bout to score
'Cause I'm dangerous, off Shit bust even the nigga that came with us And this is for my nigga's that be robbin' and Carjackin', murder one's, and drug dealin'
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)
I stumble in the club up, nine millimeter cocked Something's telling me to stop, fuck it I don't see the Nigga's don't until they see it's out Stupid motherfuckers want to take the scenic route, now the out
Bitches scream I pulled my penis out Beggin' me to put big motherfucker away, but the demon's out Everybody on the floor, come out of naked Come out of them and you come out of that velor
The party is over, shut the down, cut the music Matter of fact turn it up shit I can use it I need the in case I have to let a couple off Saw icey chain, walked over and tugged it off
Give me butter soft, and since you buyin' out the bar You can buy my drinks for today and I'm out for the paper, my homie hide the jewels I'm in the game starvin', and I ain't playin' buy the rules
Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', (Murder, murder)