Heist Songtext
von ShittyBoyz

This the shitty boy Joe
Say that
SBDSM
SBDSM

Ayy, lil′ ho named Jordan got a pool on her
Should've shot my shot with her, I was too sober
You said you pushed a P, huh? You a true poser
Lil Fuzz took two up top and still ain′t drop, he a true soldier
Lil' too cold, I might have to throw the goose on her
Yeah, I see you in that lil' whip, but who the true owner?

Yeah, I see you in that lil′ kit, but who′s the jewel owner?
Come around the gang without a blick, he a jewel owner
.308 Hit him up top, give him the Jew Dozier
She sick of fake, talkin' ′bout come and put that truth on her
We ain't land in them V-Series, we don′t do Rovers
Every member 'round me, they an ace, we don′t do jokers

Used to pass the ball, now I'm tryna score


Every day the mission is get rich, so I'm actin′ poor
You talkin′ to a king, now go and grab the door
On the 'Gram, she actin′ like she that, she just another whore

Another nigga hatin', that′s another dick sucker
Had to learn from my lessons, never had a big brother
Just check my comments, finna be a lit summer
Doin' all that mean muggin′ only get you six under
Never been a killer, but you bet not try to push me, dawg
I remember I was fucked up, I ain't get a call
Me, I be tryna run it up, niggas like to jog
Backwood stuffed with exotic, room full of fog

Heh, nigga, with Militia, your bitch in a room full of dogs
In the drop with the top, I just took it off
Every time they try to check me up, I just shook it off


Cannon got a flask, but it ain't no ring light
Unky sellin′ KO, he gon′ get the fiends right
Beefin' with the DSM, buddy must not need life
He a pussy tryna be a tiger, he ain′t seen stripes
You won't never ever ever see me with a clean Sprite
With some demons in the Phantom, you would think I need Christ
Put my chicken up them chopsticks, I ain′t never need rice
See my Maggie, I'm a nigga you ain′t never seen fight
How we knock 'em out the park and we pulled up in three strikes?

Lil Fuzz already top ten, he got three strikes
Life a gamble, four, five, six, I'm rollin′ three dice

I just grab it off the rack, it don′t matter what's the price
Everybody gotta eat, brodie, come and get a slice
Come back with them racks lookin′ like we did a heist
Foreign hundreds got spooked, she thought she seen ice
Threw the whole hundred at 'em, I was tryna team wipe
When that money callin′, I could never let it ring twice
Bitch, Thuggs and Militia, damn