(Verse 1:Lime)

Look into my closet and my shit is looking shitty
Shit stains on my kakis and these t shirts that don’t fit me
Time to get some new new
Outside the store where the faggots be
The threds cost a thou but I’mma rack that shit for free
A grade hype rashes that’s why they hate on a g
Run up in the place grabbing every fucking thing I see
Some homo try stop me so I kick that nigga in the knee
Some bitch start shouting hook the face stops that expedisously
Swaveee yeah yeah this right here a stick up
Look to the corner see the camos so pick the whole damn rack up
Drop a couple t shirts but that’s a minor hick up
Bout to leave this bitch with all this shit in my Honda that’s the pick up
As im gapping out the store all this gear blocking my eye view
I see this hungry looking dude like hes fiending for the drive thru
I would sock the dude in the eye but I don’t want to drop my new shoes
Jump in the ride then I hoon off my new closets in my car boot

(Verse 2:F Ah Why G)
Chuck t’s on the feet and im walking down the street
Stomach is a rumbling so I finna get myself a feed
Im walking past this store and out comes this cat
Dressed head to toe carrying clothes still on the racks
Hes got about a hundred tshirts on what the fuck is he doing
Getting in a Honda and out his pocket falls the chewy
Back to my hunger, and I see a hot dog stand
Mouth starts watering and my glands start to expand
I reach into my pocket and they’re shallow as fuck
Ain’t nothing in there, not even a quick fucking buck
I think to my self fuck it we don’t need no money
And I run up on the stand, screaming that I will turn them bloody
Bitch this is a stick up, bitch this is a mother fucking stick up
Hand me all your hot dogs or I’mma empty the whole clip up
I got Glock 9 stashed in my camo zip up
Im on some real nigga shit, no fucks are being given
Hurry up with my hdogs or you ain’t gon be livin
Actually, fuck this shit yo I’mma grab the whole lot
The stand and his apron, leaving him naked on the spot
Cop wanna stop, I’mma go ned Kellz on his ass
Cold blooded murder leave you lying up in the grass
Call me hoonifin veto im charging down the street
Hot dog stand in hand, and fuck, my life, complete

(Verse 3:Jay)
I see this dude
Running down the street (cray nigga)
So hot I know he must be a dog dealer
Hot dogs everywhere
Hot dogs all in his pockets
Blood stainded chino
Fuck it he don’t care
Reach into mine to see whats there
(nothing there)
Ghost money
Need to get some
Resurrect sir edmund hillary
Cos I only got 5 on me
But I’mma rat chasing cheese
Walk up in the yellow spot
(asb)
Walk up to the clerk
Bitch this is a stick up
Bitch this is a stick up
Yup you heard it first
Stack the bag then zip it up
Pocket full of dead niggas
Cos you know I’m up
Couple queens
Kate shephard
And a noble prize winner
Now I’m rich
Buy anything I want cos I got bread
For a couple G’s
Put a price on your head
And with the change
My lawyer beat the feds
Imm robbing shit
Thats what I said
I got me some
That why you mad
Money buy me everything you wish you had
So I think its time you left
I can even pay for your cab
If your a broke man
Your left for dead