Juicy J - Follow Home Robbers (Ft. Gangsta Boo)

[Intro]
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

[Refrain: Juicy]
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)
[Chorus: Juicy J]
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

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
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
[Chorus: Juicy J]
You know the procedure when that pistol in your...

[Interlude]
Robbers wait for their victims often near high-price luxury stores to tale them to an isolated area, sometimes their own home

[Interlude: Gangsta Boo & (Juicy J)]
Underground tape cassette shit
(Rest in peace, Gangsta Boo)
Memphis, what's up, man? Yeah
(Hey, hey, hey, Mafia)
[?] Gangsta Boo [?]

[Verse 2: 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
[Outro: Gangsta Boo]
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)