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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pardison Fontaine
Pardison Fontaine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric ST. John
Eric ST. John
Songwriter
Derryck Andre Thornton
Derryck Andre Thornton
Songwriter
Armando Colon
Armando Colon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DTJ
DTJ
Producer
Alberto De Icaza
Alberto De Icaza
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm Rochester's finest, I'm up late, upstate
Mask and a duct tape, on it till the sun break
Broke, trying to get dough, you can hear the wind blow
Creeping through your window, so I gotta tiptoe
Now I'm in your basement, I saw a couple paintings
Then I spot the safe by the Christmas decorations
Heard a couple footsteps, you don't wanna look yet
You know what I'm bringing, shots get to ringing
Now you know what's next, gotta load up the TEC
I caught homie slipping 'cause he couldn't hold his breath
I heard him breathing, trigger squeezing
Now he leaking, bleeding, be in the morgue for the weekend
[Verse 2]
Back to the block, he couldn't make it by a long shot
Get up off them diamonds, I can take 'em to the pawn shop
Believing the hype, any means for the ice
This a heist, I'm moving like a thief in the night
[Chorus]
Put ya hands up, yeah, ****, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Take a **** paper, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
[Chorus]
Put ya hands up, yeah, ****, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Catch a rapper slipping, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
[Verse 3]
I said it's New York's finest, I shoot cops, I move rocks
Hustle on two blocks, stash in a shoe box
Feel like a giveaway, should've picked a different day
House party getaway, if you think I'm kidding, play
Back to the corner, so I can kick my feet up
I'm waiting on a re-up, a lot they gotta clean up
Had to do it my way, caught 'em on the driveway
Then I let that nine spray, pay me by Friday
[Chorus]
Put ya hands up, yeah, ****, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Take a **** paper, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
[Chorus]
Put ya hands up, yeah, ****, it's a robbery
When I'm in kill mode, it's like a demon live inside of me
Catch a rapper slipping, feel like I hit the lottery
Hit your whole crew, so none of y'all can follow me
[Outro]
Put ya hands up
I told you tuck your chain in, ****
If you want to keep that shit, keep it from me, ****
Put ya hands up
I'm on your motherfucking ass
Put ya hands up
Rilla
Put ya hands up
Put ya hands up
Written by: Armando Colon, Derryck Andre Thornton, Eric ST. John
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