Juicy J — Follow Home Robbers (feat. Gangsta Boo)

The [?] show called Follow Home Robberies where police say teams of teens 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 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 Players move, yeah, you know the rules, walk 'em in his crib Tape their mouth, you can't hear 'em cry but you see the tears What a vault, this ain't what you thought, boy, these niggas serious than a bitch Boy, you better not flinch, that's when shit gets tense Home invasion, they done left 'em stanking, whole house got a stench Hittin' licks out at all events 'cause they be in the mix And you drunk off that Casamigo, tweaking with a bitch You should've dipped when that gang left but you was playing 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 momma sorry for her loss Is to be aware 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 (Rest in peace, Gangsta Boo) Memphis, what's up, man? Yeah (Hey, hey, hey, Mafia) [?] Gangsta Boo [?] Bloody bodies in the yard like a zombie apocalypse The walking dead, I'm so so scared and I don't know how to get up out this bitch As I creep these ghetto streets, looking for a feast [?] 'cause my eyes are red Looked in the sky, niggas is [?], I do not make up them rules [?] 'cause neither did I, I don't wanna lose my cool Can't when shit hit the fan [?] you better drop it off [?] demand Dead dead gangsta music that make them bitches lose it But it's all good 'cause I grew up on that hood shit Started out at fourteen when I joined the Triple Six Bitches be hating 'cause we get so paid And it's hard not to kill all you pussy hoes [?] wanted to do it and I wanted to kill you but it's nothing to it 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 (Wake up) 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 (Wake up)