ROBBIN SEASON 3:57AM

Verse 1
Robbing Season now in session
3:57 with my mac 11
Run up in the spot, knock the guard out 
Kill the lights, before I knock somebodys lights out
Nobody move, won't nobody get hurt
Seen a grown man turn into a cold skirt
You a you a you a bitch
Run the jewels, get the cash, somebody flipped the switch
Duck, duck goose with the boys in blue
They shot the getaway driver, now what we gon do
Why they have to shoot my man Ricky
One time got the situation looking sticky
Shoot our way out and make a run for it
No bullets left, now worries im prepared for it
I'll beat a muthafucka, with another muthefucka
Freeze your dome and watch you st st stutter

Verse 2
Hop out the whip like whoooo
Ya girl on line like whoooo
Money on mind like whooo
Tell em JS what you gon doooo
Fed up with the life i was living
I was like head up to the sky with the decisions
I was like get, get, get, get the loot
Watch for the bullets when they shoot
Tip toe, tip toe, tip to the
Tip toe, tip to the money baby
Drip drip drip drup drip
Gimmie the bucks, gimmie the bucks dont make me pull it on ya
Use to hold that weight, thats a pull up for ya
Never let em gas ya, let em full up on ya
Currency the only thing thats clear to me
If it ain't bucks, if it ain't  bucks iont care to see