(Ay Rob) (I think the Feds is listenin') Ay Still up in the trap like I ain't never had shit (Had shit!) Bitches know I got that bag I ain't gotta brag bitch I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit (Hold on) Tell the truth it's fuck this rap shit I'm a real trap nigga, need a real trap bitch Bitches know I got that bag I ain't gotta brag bitch I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit Leave that pussy nigga bloody lookin' like his rag hit Mind my bidness' I can't tell you what lil' dude doin' Flip when I get it they like, "Nigga what you do to em?" I heard the Feds is listenin' but bitch I'm gettin used to it You ain't talkin' cash lil' bitch and I can''t go for it Say he got a bag but he ain't got nun' to show for it Bitch we been gettin' money and we still get it, it ain't past tense Real trap shit, you on your ass, you get your ass kicked Still up in the trap like I ain't never ever had shit Fully loaded strap, I'm on that smoke and imma drag shit Hold on I'm sorry baby And I'd be lying say I'm hardly crazy But it ain't nun like me so I can't blame you if you heart me baby Now that pussy don't excite me, but you can try me baby Feds keep talkin' bout indictments, you got hide me baby Bitch I can't go back to the old me Why? Cause that's the broke me Chopstick on me cause I can't let you nigga's smoke me Trigger happy nigga, you better think for' you approach me Still up in the trap like I ain't never had shit (Had shit!) Bitches know I got that bag I ain't gotta brag bitch I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit (Hold on) Tell the truth it's fuck this rap shit I'm a real trap nigga, need a real trap bitch Bitches know I got that bag I ain't gotta brag bitch I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit Leave that pussy nigga bloody lookin' like his rag hit I fell in love when I made that bag flip aye We double boule back had to make a fast spin I prolly trap I ain't on no rap shit Pull up janky we gone make a car flip Run up on me ima up a 30 stick I'm in the cut I'm prolly fucked your bitch Got her in the trap she suckin the homie dick Aye what these niggas talking about they really know the truth Aye Lil nigga I'll show you what this 40 do And Blizzy got the blicky put a nigga on the news Totin on a stick sweep a nigga just like a broom Still up in the trap like I ain't never had shit (Had shit!) Bitches know I got that bag I ain't gotta brag bitch I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit (Hold on) Tell the truth it's fuck this rap shit I'm a real trap nigga, need a real trap bitch Bitches know I got that bag I ain't gotta brag bitch I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit Leave that pussy nigga bloody lookin' like his rag hit, brr