Meth · Ghost · Rae, Trife Diesel, Sheek Louch, Bully - Youngstown Heist lyrics

For the city, to get this money, Vegas, yo
Yeah

Here's the rundown
Mustafa's getting money out in Youngstown
Get some goons together
A driver and bring them guns down
Heard he had his hands in some bricks
Plus a few pounds
Him with some wild Haitians
Set up shop in the dude lounge
Niggas is migrating, he came from Cue Gardens
With a live situation, got it in preparation
When you get there
Pick up the whip with the navigation
And follow all the prompts til
You get to your destination
We here Tone, got our masks on
We bout to run up in
I know you ain't talking bout the house
With the broken hinge
65 Alpine Drive, it's looking shady
So I hopped out, pulled the Glock out
Plus the 3-80 hit the living room, I've seen
A ripped up sofa, a shattered coffee table
Broken lamps, and a flipped up stroller
The place was ransacked from front to back
Yo, Trife, what you talking, black?
Yo, Starks, cut the bullshit and tell me
Where the office at
Take a left and head, down the hallway steps
Pass the painting on the wall
The third door on the left
The safe is on the wall above
The fireplace near the desk
Look inside the top drawer
And get the key out the chest

Damn, son
Aiyo what's taking this nigga Trife
So long I don't know oh shit, yo
Bull, get down, get down, get down look
At Stark pulling up, son aww
Man! I'mma try to call this nigga

Aiyo, hurry up I see a car pulling up
Windows tinted
Can't really tell who's in it, but
I know it's a rented
Down south plates, Atlanta or
One of them states
Yo, they carryin' somethin'
Man, I wanna see what's up in those crates
Should I pop off, take his top off
Before he get to you
Bully like Yo, chill, chill
This is what we gon' do aight
Go ask for directions, right
I'mma go around the back
Wait for them to come inside
I'll hit these niggas with the mack
Ok, before it even get to that
Let me see where Trife is at
Hopefully he on his way
And no one gotta die today bang bang
Two shots go off Homey trapped inside
Quick put the mask on, sheek
Fuck it, Bully, let's ride
Shooting out the sunroof, missing and shit
I was too high
Still think my Dutchie was lit
Trife running out the building, busting
Cussing blood everywhere
You had to see this shit disgusting