Aye Rob, I think the feds is listening I think the feds listenin' I got 36 Ozs in this damn kitchen Huh, I think the feds watchin' They like these niggas got work they ain't still robbin' Nigga, but I'll still rob 'ya I'll throw you in the oven like a peach cobbler Huh, threw him in the blender Stripper-rapper had a nigga Instagram trending Nigga, grams, of that Kylie Jenner Man that shit so pure I gotta hit it Huh, damn, just dodged a life sentence Gave my lawyer 50 bands 'tell him handle his business Aye, my heart cold cut off the A.C Bitch I'm Rob Vicious ain't a nigga to replace me Aye, I know these niggas hate me I'm trip trippin' I dare some red and blues to come and chase me I'm sip sippin' loaded off the drank You know I hate green Eyes so low gang faded and bitch I can't see I got poles pop a nigga and get the case beat Cock back on him when it flash it make him say 'Cheese' If I go broke, get it back, it don't phase me And all I know do the dash but you can race me And all I know is fast cash and fuck fuck niggas If your bros don't pass I can't fuck with 'em Fuck my opps, I know they hate Lonnie Ain't gone have no more opps if we drop one more body Spent 40 on my watch, they hate it I'm so icy Made a 100 no lie off that blue bitch Roxy Huh, 100 grams a brown, that little foxy If we catch you out of bounds, I'ma up the toppy Make a bitch come to the times, off this molly My fiend just snorted like 10 lines, Whitney and Bobby Aye, feds watchin, nigga we gone hit the back I think the feds knockin Sssh, I think the feds listenin' I don't want to hit the pack, I think the meds kickin' Brought my 'partna, know I left a nigga head itchin' God damn Rob, boy you trippin' you too damn vicious Aye, and for this KB, bitch I'll knock a nigga head just like some Dre Beats Huh, nigga, and this for dad I'm winnin' I swear to God over him we killed like 10 niggas Spent 25 thousand on this D.D. pendant I can't believe my brother really died in fucking prison