Juicy J, Gangsta Boo - Follow Home Robbers lyrics

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)