Ay Rob, "what?" I think the fed's is listening

Fed's listening

**** the meds is kickin, you ain't gotta dead a homie just to come with dead bitches

Fuck bitches, fuck these bitches, got a weird gla bag ion trust these bitches

I got ninety nine problems but it's none of these bitches

**** who ain't bout drama, I'm the real Rob Vicious

Gang gang gang on yo block who not trippin'

**** come catch fades and get popped then stop snitchin'

Yella light you up 30 stick got switches

Yella got the hoes but Lil Deuce got the bitches

Yella got the hoes so Lil Deuce got the bitches

I just snuck a chop through the back doe it's extended

I'll knock a **** down if he ever get to trippin'

But I just called a twitter thug, had to whip him for the mention

You ain't never seen a hundred, tell that boy stop lyin'

They done left me in the jungle, I came back with some lions

I just took a road trip, came back with a dub

Told your bitch shut her mouth I'm on the phone with the club

Ay, Lil Robby back up on his bullshit

Robby only **** that you thought that I was cool with

You will make a **** grab that choppa and start shootin with it

Y'know ain't a shooter what the hell you even doin' with it

Told the homie, pass the strap, lemme catch one

You ain't ever took a trip for a body? It's hella fun!

Jump out, catch the toughest ****, make that **** run!

Pop out his momma's house, ask mom's, mom's where yo son?