(Ay, Rob) (What?) Ayy (I think the feds is listenin') Ayy, I think the feds listenin' I told bro to slow it down- Ayy, you ain't heard about Robby, nigga Shot his own shit Pussy nigga talkin crazy, he was tore up from the floor up I got Henny in my system, bitch, I been quit drinkin' pour up One of the most vicious niggas that you know of Ayy, shout out my lil nigga, he done pulled up, shot the store up And bro just hit a opp, bro that's what's up, we 'bout to go up I put that shit on Jesus, put that shit on Jesus Christ Got all these dirty guns around me, nigga barely sleep at night We catch a play to rob a nigga around this bitch to eat at night That pussy nigga talkin' left, that choppa stick gon' lead 'em right Them niggas from the other side is only mad when they can't hear the pipe Tell that thirsty, dusty, pillow-talkin' bitch go get a life (Ayy) Shh, ayy, I think the feds listenin' I told bro to slow it down, I think the meds kickin' Lil Rob, calm down, you too damn vicious Ayy, you can't take the heat, then lil' bitch, get out the damn kitchen Got a lot of shooters 'round the way that I just can't mention Everywhere I'm rockin', It's a K, you know I ain't slippin Why you rockin' with your brother pistol? It ain't nothin' in it These nigga swear to God they want some issues, they can't fuck with me Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback Fuck around, I'll turn this nigga to a hashtag I got my choppa in the party, better back back Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max Woo, I feel like Ric Flair Just popped a molly, on my mama, it can go there Hundred shooters came in this party, it ain't no fear? Feelin' like the big bad wolf, I'll blow here Me and Mad Max the same nigga, we be both trippin' Hit the scene with two Glocks and I leave with 'em both empty I never miss a shot, get up close when I'm on niggas Told my shooter leave it home, but it's still on the road with us And it's still up in the trunk, just in case they get close Shoot him in his face how that casket get closed Double right back, hit the candles, I'm cold It's a war goin' on outside, you at home Who you think a real nigga? Me and Rob Vicious I just popped another molly, now my trigger finger itchin' Hundred shooters int his party, please don't get to trippin' Don't say nothin' on that phone, 'cause I know the feds listenin' Okay a party ain't a party 'til them choppas in I got a hundred rounds for you and who you rockin' with Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back, ayy Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max I put that beam up on his head, it's like a snapback Fuck around, I'll turn this nigga to a hashtag Ayy, I got my choppa in the party, better back back Fuck around I'll shoot it up just like I'm Mad Max