Jaylib - The Heist lyrics
[Jaylib - The Heist lyrics]
Aight now I'm tryin to get this money man
We gotta, get this plan
We gotta make this shit happen right man
Knahmsayin? Don't fuck shit up
Right? AIGHT?! God damn!
(After the heist takes place)
Oh shit man'! All because of cash
Fuck, now I'm mashin on the gas
Left a nigga with a gash
This is worse than the last
Man still chasin rainbows now I'm
In the 8th position feelin mad stressed
Stuck up on a mission wishin
I took a different route
Drinkin on Guinness Stout
(Man the cops is comin we
'bout to go to jail)
Fuck that, I gotta be out
No time to chicken out
All I want to see's my clout
Then I go diggin out my honey
Celebratin 'til she out
(But back to reality)
I got a fatality and this bitch
'bout to rat on me plus I got this gat on me
Blood all splat on me
I fucked up his anatomy
This bitch is 'bout to rat on me
Plus I got this gat on me
(Ay! Somebody's home! Ay)
(Ay somebody told me Miss Johnson
Ratted you better split)
Knew it, knew it, knew shit wouldn't work
Fuck out this motherfucker
Chasin rainbows, adrenaline pumpin
Pimpin, drug dealin
Gun runnin plus body dumpin
Herron pumpin in my arm for the next heist
But, I gotta pop lips
Even though she looks nice
Or else I'mma pay the price
Gotta get an alibi chasin rainbows
Where the rain in my hair flows
Hell if I, get taken out by some chickenhead
Honeydip over some dough and some Gucci
Watch money flip
Honey slip, I'mma lie, and say, it was Slick
And if not Slick then it was probably Eric
Cause that nigga psycho too! That's what
I'm gon' have to do
And that's word on my crew
But if she don't fall for it
I'mma go Chuck Norris and be out with Horace
Before the cops come for us - run, Forrest
Forrest, run, hurry, try! Slow ass nigga
Fuck
We gotta, get this plan
We gotta make this shit happen right man
Knahmsayin? Don't fuck shit up
Right? AIGHT?! God damn!
(After the heist takes place)
Oh shit man'! All because of cash
Fuck, now I'm mashin on the gas
Left a nigga with a gash
This is worse than the last
Man still chasin rainbows now I'm
In the 8th position feelin mad stressed
Stuck up on a mission wishin
I took a different route
Drinkin on Guinness Stout
(Man the cops is comin we
'bout to go to jail)
Fuck that, I gotta be out
No time to chicken out
All I want to see's my clout
Then I go diggin out my honey
Celebratin 'til she out
(But back to reality)
I got a fatality and this bitch
'bout to rat on me plus I got this gat on me
Blood all splat on me
I fucked up his anatomy
This bitch is 'bout to rat on me
Plus I got this gat on me
(Ay! Somebody's home! Ay)
(Ay somebody told me Miss Johnson
Ratted you better split)
Knew it, knew it, knew shit wouldn't work
Fuck out this motherfucker
Chasin rainbows, adrenaline pumpin
Pimpin, drug dealin
Gun runnin plus body dumpin
Herron pumpin in my arm for the next heist
But, I gotta pop lips
Even though she looks nice
Or else I'mma pay the price
Gotta get an alibi chasin rainbows
Where the rain in my hair flows
Hell if I, get taken out by some chickenhead
Honeydip over some dough and some Gucci
Watch money flip
Honey slip, I'mma lie, and say, it was Slick
And if not Slick then it was probably Eric
Cause that nigga psycho too! That's what
I'm gon' have to do
And that's word on my crew
But if she don't fall for it
I'mma go Chuck Norris and be out with Horace
Before the cops come for us - run, Forrest
Forrest, run, hurry, try! Slow ass nigga
Fuck