[Intro]
Early one Sunday morning
Swisha blunts was on the table
But there wasn't no time to chief
I gotta make some cheese
I gotta commit a robbery

[Verse 1]
It's full moon, I reach into my draws and grip my Jason mask
Sweat pourin' from my face, damn I need some money bad
Jumped into my 5.0 ballin' as I smoke and choke
I'm finna to meet this n***a and lil bro where he keep his dope
Think he finna serve me, shit I plan to lay him down
Matter a fact come to find out, man, I been scopin' him out for about 2 or 3 years now
So I scheme mean cause they bring me the scrap
Talkin' 'bout we kinfolks but that n***a won't even not front me a slab
Bitch! I got him tied to the fucking tree
Soaked him down in gasoline just in case he don't agree with me
The keys I put 'em in a safe spot
I left that bitch in flames then I ghost with the top drop
Leavin' no fucking evidence, News 3, they mad as hell
Knowin' we comin' to cap at the camera man, as we come up in where we dwell
I’m just a hangin', constantly I'm slangin'
On these shady bitches even though you know we sweet stangin'

[Hook]
Don't you know I love sweet stangin'
Place the gat to the dome - sweet stangin'
Wow, wow, wow - I'm doin' it right now
Sometimes it's seems so funny
But no money gon' turn yo life to the grou-grou-ground
[Verse 2]
Now back up in the hood it was all safe to hangout
Until them snitchin' police bitches started to runnin' they fucking mouth
Just to knock some time off they ass, mane, that's babbage as hell
Now the DEA shit got me locked up in a jail cell
The only n***a that was down with me up in this tank
The Almighty God and my motherfucking shank
I stayed writin' raps and I stayed on a plan
My object to my strive was to get my ass back in
Many n***as tried me just to see was I a hoe
I smacked and shanked and jacked them bitches with a sock and a soap
Worried about my bitch? Hell naw, she ain't at the crib
She can fuck off all she wants, if she’ll get Pimpin outta here
Got right back up on the streets I changed my life by going to church
I'm working at Barbara's [?], I think to myself this shit ain't gonna work
Cause I'm tired of n***as rollin' clean as they splurge
I got my gat again got my mask get yo ass on the curb

[Beat break/Samples]
Rollin' dripped in gold
Cause I'm stangin' all you heavy hoes

[Verse 3]
The message that I'm tryna get across to you bustas
Robbers will scare the shit out of you just like a monster
I was robbed long time ago by this amateur
He laid me under the light pole
He took my shoes and my coat
It was so damn petty but that damn fool just don't know I know
Who he is, I still see his ass when he chill
Playin' with a playa's life the worst thing you could ever do
You could cut your hair and grow a beard but I still know it's you
Just like a bitch, like a hoe, meanin' that's your fuckin' type
If I ever rob a n***a it's gotta be worth his fuckin' life
Fuckin' up my hustle, fuckin' up my game
Come to find out he didn't have bullets in that chrome thang
Jumpin' down till it's on like gangstas don't go out like that
Robbin' with no hollow points like robbin' with a baseball bat
I never forget a fuckin' face of a n***a, I stuck up and leavin' him
Squashin' that shit like we cool but until
With you leavin' me spooked, like a mack cause they strapped just in case of a jack
That's the truth
[Hook]
Sweet stangin'
We live in a time
Sometimes it's seems so funny
But no money gonna get your ass blowed off m-a-n-e