The Heist

The virus provided the cover, somebody's gotta love COVID
With N95 mask and rubber gloves on, what the fuck can be hid
Double L came up with part of the plan, motherfuckers needed to hit a safe
I came up with the other half, a bitch needed to get away safe

First things first my boy Lil Runt got a hold of a police auction Crown Vic
This bitch has got to be hot, that's part of the fucking trick
Big Pearl, Little Runt's cousin worked over at a dry cleaner
hard hitting bitch, they didn't come any meaner

She drinks and smokes our shit, so you know that she's down
A many motherfuckers think that she's fine and has the best pussy around
But I don't fuck friends or family members of friends
Because I know if you fuck my family over, I know how that shit will end

Let business be about business, money over pussy any fucking day
Lil Runt sat on the car and collected uniforms, until Double L got the okay
A small night time break-in at the community college and some shit went missing
Everything looking official, and electronic were filed as missing

Everybody steals right, the college falsified it's report
It doesn't matter though, if shit works out, then for the students they can have their report
My boys are ready to do this, let's wake up in the morning rich
We followed the armoured truck all day, a safe on wheels, pimping this hoe ass bitch

My boys dressed in their uniforms like real police, or the fucking military  
Moving and playing the roll of actors when ever it was necessary  
The armoured truck personel got use to the extra security
One guards even said, "our next stop is our last" as he stood elbowing me
 
I told the crew and we made preprations of what to do
Wait until they exited the next stop and then let the plan go through
Rob these motherfuckers, tip them for helping us out
Everybody steals, they wont report this extra money no doubt

Let's get back to our exit plan and vehicles, let's burn the Crown Vic
Let's get the uniforms back to Big Pearl, She knows better than to call in sick
The money is tucked away, our fucking live continues as previously scheduled
We aren't fuckboys, every count has been made, every measure measured

Everybody's happy and they know where and how to fence their fucking cut
But I'm getting forty cents on the dollar and another deal that's driving me nuts
I turned the whole fucking crew on, this money has to be spent over fucking seas
But I promised every fucking body no one would be broke rolling with me