Robbin Spree

Ain't gon’ even lie, my pockets kinda thin but mane, fuck a job
The only thing that's left in mind for me to do is rob
I think it's time that I go on a mission for the cash
Once again, I gotta make you bring that shit up out yo’ ass
So I'm slipping on my hockey mask, grab the Glock-19
Searching for the glitter and the muthafuckin' gleam
Coming clean just might be dumb, if you got cheese, gotta give me some
If you refuse, I pop this gun, bullet holes all in yo' lungs
No pity, especially when I'm after yo' payroll
Not just the money, honey, I want the silver and the gold
Some people say that money don't go with you when you die
But bitch, I gotta have some money while I'm still alive
Now lay down in the grass and put yo’ hands behind yo’ head
I hate to do this shit but see, Lil Krazy must be fed
Yo' money is the only way I make it in this world
So don’t drop off that cheese, I'll be a very upset girl
Now pause for a moment, get yo' ass down on yo' knees
I tried to ask you nicely but you did just what you please
And so I squeeze, now you bleed, suffering from the pain
You could go ’bout my rude shit, all I wanted was the change
Now I'm back, in the streets, on the muthafuckin' creep
Steady scopin' out the scene, on the mission for the green
I see my victim walking down a dark-ass alley
She saw me tryna creep, that's when that hoe had tried to stab me
I bagged on the bitch, put a bullet to her chest, she was tryna tell a lie but boom boom didn't try
Took the whole purse, god damn, ho was drunk, gotta take a turn out when the police rolls up
'Cause we dodging through the grass, police right behind my ass
Even though I'm spooked, I ain't about to let them take my cash
So I turned around, got to bucking at the windowsill
Took a shortcut home but damn, B.B.B. ain't where I live
Now I'm in the bed, I guess my mission is complete
I don't know, how it turned out 'cause I woke up out my sleep
The Robbin Spree