Plunder

Ruger out the hip, bitch we breaking in your crip, crip
Lights out, blunts lit, now we throw the Bics, Bics
Duffel on my back when you see me leave the crip, crip
Ashtray, dashboard full with diamond rings, rings
Ruger out the hip, bitch we breaking in your crip, crip
Lights out, blunts lit, now we throw the Bics, Bics
Duffel on my back when you see me leave the crip, crip
Ashtray, dashboard full with diamond rings, rings

Coming out the hidden spot with the woods lit
Plunder, sellers, empty stack, mission accomplished
Iron door but we don't even need to knock it
Underfloor the sound goes loud so we ain't talking, no
We ain't talk in underfloor hall
Walls make your voice go to the other side

Ruger loaded
Whole gang to some riche's houses
Chokehold on that bitch like you won't break the silence
Gagged that motherfuckers
Where the money at?
Open up the safe
We saw the gold on shine

P flexin' new gucci glasses
Ice on my fist seen like flashes
Toast a motherfucker like I'm calling thunders with the ashes
Axe up on my back, flannel cover up my arms
Got the 45 on my belt and the ruger in my hand
Skinny D broke in your property
Skip card for jail, monopoly
Thrown dice, numbers show
The game now is up to me
Melted in my case
All your gold becomes chains for me
Sell em' for some tracks
Watch calmly rap about it bitch

Watch me calmly rap about it bitch
Don't cry your shit until we done with clips
I ash the blunt then just throw the Bic
Put the ice on and the leave the crib
Watch me calmly rap about it bitch
Don't cry your shit until we done with clips
I ash the blunt then just throw the Bic
Put the ice on and the leave the crib

Mate black truck tinted windows dark
Red-blue lights approaching the walls
Richard shut the fuck up or your gonna die
Parked under groves shade, parked behind a wall
Cold shoulders, 10 seconds passing by
P, don't hit lights until we rolled down
Pat pat pat over Richard's back
Told em' free this pussy now, let him run way back

Ruger leading on my hand
Be careful with that pocket blade
No motion, just a breathe
You don't want your brain end up in a fucking bend
Take a look around, if you think buck is playing
Cause the clip won't stop till you be in dirt
Three gold finger rings and the pimp behavior
The fools in the street know it like Buck's dangerous
Rolled down the crip in the truck black camo
The boots on my feet breaking glass like hammers
Bass bust the blunts
Then we dazed in diamonds
As soon that we back in the halls they calls us
Phone airplane mode 'til the night we track
Beepers on the hip time to go outside
Mapping on the zone for the day roll up
When the ruger be leading
Bitch we never stop