Pull up to the crib, mask on my face
Nine in my waist, late night we take
Back door unlocked, we sliding through
9ockin on the beat, 9lokknine too
No lights in the house, flashlights moving low
Jewelry in the safe, yeah we taking all the dough
Silent like a ghost, in and out we go
If the alarm trip, we hitting the road
Two Glocks, no talk, we professionals
Empty the vault, then we hitting the coast
Burglary lifestyle, that’s the life we chose
Counting up the bands while the city froze