What you got here, robo
Yeah, window tints, and SRTs, bitch, you ain't catching nothing
Leave that nigga f*cking slumped like he drank Robitussin
We got Glocks and semi-autos, it ain't really nothing
I swear to feds, they f*cking think we always up to something
Well, maybe they f*cking right
I cocked this pistol, back reloading, told his ass goodnight
I load up the shells, not talking tacos, now I'm feeling right
I got your bitch, on my phone as a lifeline , told her ass to slide
One bullet in the chamber, I know it gon' catch a homicide
When I bring these bitches around, I don't tell them I'm traumatized
Yeah, she gon' do me different, shuck me from the back
Yeah, if she gon' spin again, I'll break her Kit Kat
They like, why you spend that money? Nigga, I made it back
F*ck you talking bout your bitches, suck my sack
We don't do no cardiac arrest, we just do Cadillacs
Why you tryna beef, lil' nigga, you can get your cattle back
Why the f*ck you tryna do what I do when you bad at that
I say, what the f*ck I want, lil' nigga, I don't battle rap
Yeah, window tints, and that's our tease, bitch, you ain't catching nothing
Leave that nigga f*cking slumped like he drank Robitussin
We got Glocks and semi-autos, it ain't really nothing
I swear the feds, they f*cking think we always up to something
Well, maybe they f*cking right
I cock this pistol back, reload, and told his ass goodnight
I load up the shells, not talking tacos, now I'm feeling right
I got your bitch, on my phone as a lifeline, told her ass to slide
One bullet in the chamber, I know it gon' catch a homicide
When I bring these bitches around, I don't tell them I'm traumatized
Yeah, she gon' do me different, shuck me from the back
Yeah, if she gon' spin again, I'll break her Kit Kat
They like, why you spend that money? Nigga, I made it back
F*ck you talking bout your bitches, suck my sack
We don't do no cardiac arrest, we just do Cadillacs
Why you tryna be beef, lil nigga? You can get your cattle back
Why the f*ck you tryna do what I do when you bad at that
I say what the f*ck I want, lil' nigga, I don't battle rap
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What you got here, robo
Yeah, window tints, and SRTs, bitch, you ain't catching nothing
Leave that nigga f*cking slumped like he drank Robitussin
We got Glocks and semi-autos, it ain't really nothing
I swear to feds, they f*cking think we always up to something
Well, maybe they f*cking right
I cocked this pistol, back reloading, told his ass goodnight
I load up the shells, not talking tacos, now I'm feeling right
I got your bitch, on my phone as a lifeline , told her ass to slide
One bullet in the chamber, I know it gon' catch a homicide
When I bring these bitches around, I don't tell them I'm traumatized
Yeah, she gon' do me different, shuck me from the back
Yeah, if she gon' spin again, I'll break her Kit Kat
They like, why you spend that money? Nigga, I made it back
F*ck you talking bout your bitches, suck my sack
We don't do no cardiac arrest, we just do Cadillacs
Why you tryna beef, lil' nigga, you can get your cattle back
Why the f*ck you tryna do what I do when you bad at that
I say, what the f*ck I want, lil' nigga, I don't battle rap
Yeah, window tints, and that's our tease, bitch, you ain't catching nothing
Leave that nigga f*cking slumped like he drank Robitussin
We got Glocks and semi-autos, it ain't really nothing
I swear the feds, they f*cking think we always up to something
Well, maybe they f*cking right
I cock this pistol back, reload, and told his ass goodnight
I load up the shells, not talking tacos, now I'm feeling right
I got your bitch, on my phone as a lifeline, told her ass to slide
One bullet in the chamber, I know it gon' catch a homicide
When I bring these bitches around, I don't tell them I'm traumatized
Yeah, she gon' do me different, shuck me from the back
Yeah, if she gon' spin again, I'll break her Kit Kat
They like, why you spend that money? Nigga, I made it back
F*ck you talking bout your bitches, suck my sack
We don't do no cardiac arrest, we just do Cadillacs
Why you tryna be beef, lil nigga? You can get your cattle back
Why the f*ck you tryna do what I do when you bad at that
I say what the f*ck I want, lil' nigga, I don't battle rap
Yeah, window tints, and SRTs, bitch, you ain't catching nothing
Leave that nigga f*cking slumped like he drank Robitussin
We got Glocks and semi-autos, it ain't really nothing
I swear to feds, they f*cking think we always up to something
Well, maybe they f*cking right
I cocked this pistol, back reloading, told his ass goodnight
I load up the shells, not talking tacos, now I'm feeling right
I got your bitch, on my phone as a lifeline , told her ass to slide
One bullet in the chamber, I know it gon' catch a homicide
When I bring these bitches around, I don't tell them I'm traumatized
Yeah, she gon' do me different, shuck me from the back
Yeah, if she gon' spin again, I'll break her Kit Kat
They like, why you spend that money? Nigga, I made it back
F*ck you talking bout your bitches, suck my sack
We don't do no cardiac arrest, we just do Cadillacs
Why you tryna beef, lil' nigga, you can get your cattle back
Why the f*ck you tryna do what I do when you bad at that
I say, what the f*ck I want, lil' nigga, I don't battle rap
Yeah, window tints, and that's our tease, bitch, you ain't catching nothing
Leave that nigga f*cking slumped like he drank Robitussin
We got Glocks and semi-autos, it ain't really nothing
I swear the feds, they f*cking think we always up to something
Well, maybe they f*cking right
I cock this pistol back, reload, and told his ass goodnight
I load up the shells, not talking tacos, now I'm feeling right
I got your bitch, on my phone as a lifeline, told her ass to slide
One bullet in the chamber, I know it gon' catch a homicide
When I bring these bitches around, I don't tell them I'm traumatized
Yeah, she gon' do me different, shuck me from the back
Yeah, if she gon' spin again, I'll break her Kit Kat
They like, why you spend that money? Nigga, I made it back
F*ck you talking bout your bitches, suck my sack
We don't do no cardiac arrest, we just do Cadillacs
Why you tryna be beef, lil nigga? You can get your cattle back
Why the f*ck you tryna do what I do when you bad at that
I say what the f*ck I want, lil' nigga, I don't battle rap
Writer: Ian Pete
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