[Intro]

Pussyham Productions

Why we up all night, bruh

It’s WillThaRapper nigga

Skwa, skwa, look

[Verse 1]

I told this bitch to watch out

Cause she in the way

Her boy want a feature, but he gotta pay

He talkin’ all crazy

I’m like what he got to say

My heater be turnt, look

I put some heat in this phase, look

I’m just like watch out lil’ bitch

Watch out lil’ bitch

He wanna talk tough

I’m like pop out lil’ bitch

But when he pull up

I just pull my Glock out lil’ bitch

Now he wanna run

I just let some shots out lil’ bitch

Look, I pop his ass like some bubblegum

Got a hundred drum I get a drummer some

My flow hard they say I get a summer sun

And your bitch on my dick tryna be number one

How you hatin’ and your bitch is my biggest fan

Forty heat, I might give him the biggest tan

And your bitch run me good like a ceiling fan

Don’t cut verse with no middle or little man

If I talk I’m talkin’ to bosses

Who just like me can’t afford any losses

Niggas be pumpin’ my aim be too perfect

And everything hit ‘em is so flawless

My new foreign bitch she so

My new shit they crank more than ya’ll shit

That thiry clip yam is a yard stick

Pull out the K and then match you a target, whoa

They got me fucked up

Where was you when I was fucked up

Now be popped up cause I locked up

And the same time, I’m not up up

I’m still fucked up, still be in the streets

Plus those rotten niggas in the streets

They ain’t building beef, they ain’t feeling grief

But the Feds still be thinking they’re in the sheets

That’s crazy

Swear to God these rap niggas be faking shit

And them same niggas be hatin’ shit, look

Swear to God I on’ the sanest shit

And everything I say, just know I mean this shit

Look, it’s Lil’ Robbie nigga

I swear I’m ready to rob a nigga, look

Never wanted to be a trap nigga, oh

Tryna make a hundred mil’ nigga

I only make music for a real nigga say wow

[Verse 2]

Young nigga that they mad at

All the Twitter talk they can have that

So I sneak diss I ain’t spares bandages

Say jump, where that mask at

Ex bro Kev where the Mac at

Tye call my phone, where his ass at

I’m like say you got something to grab that

[Verse 3]

We just slid on that bitch

We spotted that hoe

She like hey is that WillThaRapper

I’m like oh, watch out lil’ hoe

I say aye come get her bro

Then I pull my Glock really slow

Then aim at his top really slow

Then let bout the whole villy go

[Outro]

Bla, du du du pow pow

Du du du pow pow

Blrrrr, ha ha

It’s Lil’ Robbie nigga