Burglars Say YG’s Song Inspired Them to Rob Homes

West coast rapper YG is facing criticism after his song, “Meet The Flockers,” inspired three young boys to burglarize homes in the LA area.

According to TMZ, several homes were robbed in San Fernando Valley by three teens, two of which were 18 and the other, 19. Earlier this week, following their most recent burglary, the teens were arrested and booked for the crimes.

As officials interviewed the young men about what they had done, they revealed their inspiration came from a Y.G. song, where he describes the perfect heist.  Authorities are calling the rapper irresponsible.

What are your thoughts? Check out the lyrics below.

[Verse 1]
First, you find a house and scope it out
Find a Chinese neighborhood, cause they don’t believe in bank accounts
Second, you find a crew and a driver, someone who ring the doorbell
And someone that ain’t scared to do what it do
Third, you pull up at the spot
Park, watch, ring the doorbell and knock
Four, make sure nobody is home (knock knock)
They gone, okay it’s on
Don’t be scared nigga you in now
If the police come you gonna find out who your friends now
That ain’t them talking, that’s your mind playing tricks on you
You’re conscious cause you know you got nines with two clips on you
But fuck that, motherfuck that plasma
And fuck that laptop, go and get that jewelry box
You tryna get paid? Go take that jewelry box to the Slauson
They’ll give you cash back in the same day

[Hook: YG]
Meet the motherfucking flockers
Make some noise if you’ve ever stole something in your life
Don’t be ashamed, it’s okay, baby
Make some noise if you’ve ever stole a dollar out your mama’s purse
When she wasn’t lookin while y’all was in Church

[Verse 2: Tee Cee]
Niggas don’t know the history ’bout the flock
Put the flathead in the door
Pull it, make it go flock
Hit the first drawer, grab a nigga some socks
That nigga in the car better be listening to that box
Ay, I ain’t staking out shit, nigga
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe and ding dong ditch
Ain’t a safe I can’t crack, nigga, that’s on Crip
I’m with my Pirus from Compton, we gon’ pass and get rich
50 racks, three niggas, Sixteen-five a split
Let some weeks go by we at the dealership
I never took notes
Nigga I need the pink slip
Hit Icey, making up for my bullshit
Spent about ten cash
We jumped into the whip and did the whole dash
Deez-Lo my nigga, my nigga
Hit my first lick pass with my niggas