Robbers Trappers Killers (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas)

Your bitch wanna work it out but I do not exercise

Crazy men with me, don't get extra guys

I made the news and I got criticized

Suppose to been dead but the shooter was blind

FMB walk and they all recognize

Mug me, I bet your life get minimized

I fucked the mind out a bitch, hypnotized

Everytime that we fuck, she catching butterflies

No room for no **** that's not down to catch a life sentence

Hop in the car with a Glock and a menace

I hang with robbers, trappers and killers

And plus I'm a shooter just like Reggie Miller

Bitch, I'm a fool when I'm shooting the pistol

She just ate that boy and the same day you kissed her

No, I can't chill if you ain't beneficial

And that bitch a dime but she ain't got a nickel

She broke (No money)

I need that bread by the loaf (Bag)

You know what I do to a hoe? (What you do?)

Fuck then pass her to my bro (My bro, bro)

Feeling like four times just 'bout four-nine

Seen him, I've hit him before

Fuck **** just got the drop on lil' folk house

I gave them fuck **** the go, ooh (Yo, get 'em bitch)

If the pussy good I might nut in it (Ooh)

Yeah, fasho I go nuts in it

**** mad, they cannot fuck with me

See 'em in person, like ****, what's up with it?

Sometimes I wish that I wasn't the rapper

I'm not a rapper lil' bitch, I'm a factor

I'll make a call and make everything happen

Really come from trapping, they front me, I'm taxing

I got a plug in the south

And I got agency on the north

Get a **** killed off word of mouth

But I'd rather show a **** what I'm 'bout

Look, I told my **** sit in the front seat

We put the bitch in the backseat

I fuck from the front and fuck from the back

Had the lil' bitch run like a track meet

Drop her out like we put him on datpiff

Take some from who?

Boy you ain't dat stiff

I prolly shot like three **** last year

Play with Longmoney boy, this is your last year to live

Bitch, I ain't give a fuck how you feel

For real, my lil' **** ready to drill

Ain't chasing no bitch, I'm tryna run up a mil'

He play and get beat like Emmett Till

He say he got bodies, we don't know who you killed

He big four, I just popped two pills

My boy tryna score, no hoop dreams

He tryna work on his shoot skills

She eat it up for Chanels and Ruth's Chris

They stealing my style tryna copy my blueprint

Fuck, I know these **** ain't fluent

I take 'em to school just like they my students

But fuck it, I'm charging for classes

Hope my diamonds cleared then glasses (Ice)

I put him in a box like Cassius Clay

I'm tryna turn your **** to ashes (Pussy)

I ain't fucking if she ain't the baddest (In the room)

I told the lil' hoe I got status

I ain't nothing like your average rapper

We slam on shit when it's static (Bitch)

We screwed up

You better lace your boots up

I count up like scooter (Count up)

I made it out, I knew how to maneuver

I keep my pole tuck

My man caught a opp, he froze up

**** touch me, it's going down in this bitch

I'ma slang this hoe till it's over