*Ay Rob*

*I think the Feds is listenin'*

[Chorus: Rob Vicious]

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

Im 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

[Verse 1]

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 im 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, Im 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? Cuz that's the broke me

Chopstick on me cuz I can't let you nigga's smoke me

Trigger happy nigga, you better think for' you approach me

[Chorus]

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

Im 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

[Verse 2: Bussdown Pesos]

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

[Chorus]

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

Im 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