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Getting Ya Robbed
1,546
Hip-Hop/Rap
Getting Ya Robbed was released on July 9, 2025 by New 11 Records as a part of the album #1 Trap Pick (Deluxe)
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Release DateJuly 9, 2025
LabelNew 11 Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Producer

Lyrics

He said, "Cello, you made this?"
They say they know what whoop I'm slidin' in
I had to switch that out (I saw that)
So many unmarked rides through the hood
I had to switch the truck
I'm trappin' so don't ask me why they comin' in and out the house
I heard that lil' bitch bust, I'm tryna pull up on 'em, see what that 'bout
In the club, you doin' all that fake muggin', you won't make it out (I'm gone)
Anytime that sack don't make it to him, I had to switch her out (I thought that)
I'm with two BFLs, they from down south, they let me swap 'em out (I'm gone)
Drick had took that lil' shit to the chin, say he ain't coppin' out
Even though camera man is drones up in the hood, make sure you watch your mouth (ayy, watch it)
I just sold a Juul, something strong, it almost knocked me out
Sick and bread for real, they still talkin' 'bout that shit happen in that Waffle House (haha)
Soon as I touch down up in the city, they bring them choppas out (I'm like)
Only way you see me in the hood, I got two hundred pockets (two bucks)
You can sell a dough up in the Dayton, you can sell a box
You can get a, go get you a job if you can shoot a glass (damn it)
Hoe askin' for money, I don't know, it might gon' get me tucked (what?)
Hoe askin' for money, I don't know, he might get hit in the cock
I don't even shoot dykes, 'cause if I lose it, I'm gettin' in the garage
Gave my lil' ho like nine-three hundred, she want a bigger box (I'm God)
They want me to rap and stuff, I'm too busy sellin' Zod
Hoe sellin', ain't sackin' nothin', I wanna work, I get a job (I get a job)
I had caught a hex six years ago, don't nobody know (I'm God)
Why the fuck the plane filled up with bolds? Can't nobody smoke (yeah)
He was beatin' the road up every day, now he done got the drugs (that's right)
I'll catch a DV, I'll beat it, bitch, I'll get that road (I'll get the targets)
Save his pay, past me, bitch, I make my own money (bitch, I make my own money)
Every time I hit the fuckin' counter, I had my own gun (I'm strapped up)
Broke out him a Draco in the dorm, they say he gone now (gone)
I just fuck her, she say that she love me, bitch, you gone now (for what?)
If you see a safe though, on that pole, I got it all gone (I'm God)
I can't hit no bitches 'round the city 'cause they gone talk
He said, "Chelo, you made this?"
They say they know what whip I'm slidin', and I had to switch that out (I swapped that)
So many unmarked rides through the hood, I had to switch the truck
I'm trappin', so don't ask me why they come in and out the house
Written by: Malcolm Carlisle
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