I swear to god man Ayy Rob, I think the feds is listenin' Ayy Whaaaaat Ight Ayy Hold on Ayy It's somethin' about it Man I can't stand a nigga who be talkin' like he 'bout it Nigga be quiet You ain't gettin' to the dough Lil bro I doubt it Got a big bank roll I don't need one accountant Some niggas do it for clothes Some niggas do it for diamonds Nigga we ain't duckin' shit but the police sirens Don't need no shoota nigga I'm a shoota nigga I got it I let my bitches stomp down And all my homeboys silent Nigga I can't call it Ain't talkin' no money Then nigga I ain't talkin' I just popped another bean Tryna try my best Act like I ain't off it It ain't eye pack then I ain't coughin' Hoppin' out bitch we do it often Hell naw we ain't takin' losses Put him in the coffin Word around the street is lil Robby got a green light Lil nigga Let me catch a stack up at that red light We don't see the opps no more You know they dead right? Get a nigga free promo He on a T-shirt When I hit the nigga with that red dot Bitch I'm on the run cuz my head hot Got another gun cuz my finger itchin' I want all the smoke like a [?] shot You ain't gang Nigga it's fuck you You can't slide I don't trust you Lil bro got chops You ain't got chops I got one too Fuck all my opps I'm lil Rob I got big fye Bitch I'm Rob Vicious!