Ayy Rob, I think the feds is listenin'
Ayy
Live slow die fast nigga life short
Big chop knock a nigga off his high horse
Feds come and hit the gas nigga ridin' sport
You ain't got a pistol what the fuck you wanna slide for
Get money fuck bitches that's the motive
Niggas got some Trump money
He was broke before Corona
Man this fucked up
Streets real cold
Minnesota
You ain't never had to mix no good dope with the soda
Nigga
I done ran through a whole hunnid
Fuck it
I don't wanna talk lil bitch keep suckin'
If it ain't a 5 pin or a clip can't trust it
Had a couple old whips but I never had a bucket
I don't give one fucks, two fucks
If it ain't blue bucks
Fuck niggas Klu Klux
Wanna hang with a nigga
Better lace your boots up
Still the same nigga you can say I grew up
Got a brand new bitch
Bring the cash here
I don't know her name
So I started [?]
I done let my hoe bitches in the last year
It's crazy all the killas that I lost in the past year
Live slow die fast nigga life short
I'd rather run from the feds nigga fuck court
Even back in school I wanted bands
Nigga fuck sports
Nigga you a fool for them bands
Get you done for
Yeah a nigga rude
I want head baby nun more
I ain't in the mood
It ain't bread
What you come for
Bitch I'm from the West side
Where the sun go
Dumb hoe
We gon' get this money nigga fuck hoes
We gon' get a bag nigga fuck hoes
Trust gone
Nigga where the fuck did all the love go
Dumb hoes fake bros
I don't want those
Fuck hoes
Gotta chase the dope cuz it come [?]
Bread
We gon' serve 'em cold cuts
Nigga cutthroat
Gunsmoke
Lil bro done turn into some blunt smoke
Thumbin' through these blues
All my friends really bloods though
Dumb hoe playin' with them bands
Let the drum roll
Ayy
Stack stack
We gon' serve 'em cold cuts
Nigga cutthroat
Ayy
Lil Bitch I'm Rob-
