Saturday Night Heist

Put your hands in the air
It's a party if you're feeling the vibe
But if you're scared for your life
And if you wanna survive
Then put the cash in the bag
And put your hands in the air, bitch!

Cruising in the back of a black tinted Cadillac
Packed with a couple of gats
On the way to the bank now
No way we can back out
Down low for a couple months
Then we can skip town
Dip down, huh
To the depths of my conscience
Another skeptic amongst us
Another step towards the monster
That I keep in the closet
A bit too dramatic
But the actual fact is
This music shit don't pay, bro
Sticking up these stores every day, bro
I'm blacking out my soul everyday bro
Hoping that we make it through today though
Walk into the bank
Armed guards on the payroll
It's a Saturday night heist!

Put your hands in the air
It's a party if you're feeling the vibe
But if you're scared for your life
And if you wanna survive
Then put the cash in the bag
And put your hands in the air, bitch!

If you wanna make it out of this
In one piece
Then please put the phone down
And baby make peace
With the fact that I'll be out in a second
With a baby on the way
No need to be a hero

Bitch, do I as I say!
'Cause I'll be counting zeros by the end of the day
With a plasma rifle pointed at the front of your face
Just don't do nothing stupid
You don't get even paid enough
For this bullshit
It's hood shit, huh
Can't afford apartments in city
'Cause your bloodlines
Have seen tough times
And when it's crunch time
We pull nines
Been dealing with these bad hands
That's how it goes, I'm taking off
Just saw the cops pull up

Put your hands in the air
It's a party if you're feeling the vibe
But if you're scared for your life
And if you wanna survive
Then put the cash in the bag
And put your hands in the air, bitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Arshaq Malik
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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