Follow Home Robbers Lyrics
Follow Home Robbers - Juicy J/Gangsta Boo
Lyrics by：Jordan Houston
Composed by：Jordan Houston
The city's so-called follow home robberies
Where police say teams of thieves 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
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 ****
Give me that ****
Drop it off give me that ****
Give me that ****
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 ****
Give me that ****
Drop it off give me that ****
Give me that ****
No remorse for the **** they did
Kidnapping your kid
Play it smooth yeah you know the rules
Walk 'em in his crib
Tape their mouth you can't hear 'em cry
But you see the tears
Where the vault this ain't what you thought
Boy these n***as serious
Than a ***** boy you better not flinch
That's when **** get tense
Home invasion they done left 'em stankin'
Whole house got a stench
Hittin' licks out at all events
'Cause they be in the mix
And you drunk off that casamigo
Tweakin' with a *****
You should've dipped when that
Gang left but you was playin' 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 mama sorry for her loss
To be aware is to be alive
Look n***as 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 ****
Rest in peace gangsta boo
Memphis what's up mane
Mafia
Plug God gangsta boo
Hitkidd what it do man
Bloody bodies in the yard
Like a zombie apocalypse yeah
The walking dead I'm so-so scared and I
Don't know how to get up out this ***** yeah
As I creep these ghetto streets
Lookin' for a feast yeah
Soon they bleed 'cause my eyes are red
Hail Mary me let's go
Sky n***as is do or just die
I did not make up them rules yeah
Please don't ask why buster
'Cause neither did I
I don't wanna lose my cool yeah
Can't when **** hit the fan
You better drop it off and
That's strictly on demand
This be dead that gangster music
That make them ******* lose it let's go
But it's all good 'cause
I grew up on that hood ****
Started out at fourteen when
I joined the triple six ho
******* be hatin' 'cause we get so paid
And it's hard not to kill
All you p***y hoes yeah ho
I'd hardly be hardly the one that'll do it
Not claimin' I'll kill you
But it's nothin' ho
Just come off of that paper *****
Just come off of that paper *****
I put that pistol to your temple
Just come off of that paper *****
Just come off of that paper *****
Just come off of that paper *****
I put that pistol to your temple
Just come off of that paper ***** let's go
Just come off of that paper
Just come-just come off of that paper *****
Just come off of that paper
Just come-just come off of that paper *****
Just come off of that paper *****
Just come off of that paper *****
I put that pistol to your temple
Just come off of that paper ***** let's go