*i think the feds is listenin'*
{chorus: rob vicious}
Ay
Still up in the trap like i ain't never had sh*t *had sh*t!*
b*tches know i got that bag i ain't gotta brag b*tch
I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit *hold on*
Tell the truth it's fu*k this rap sh*t
Im a real trap ni**a, need a real trap b*tch
b*tches know i got that bag i ain't gotta brag b*tch
I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit
Leave that pussy ni**a bloody lookin' like his rag hit
{verse 1}
Mind my bidness' i can't tell you what lil' dude doin'
Flip when i get it they like, "ni**a what you do to em?"
I heard the feds is listenin' but b*tch im gettin used to it
You ain't talkin' cash lil' b*tch and i can't go for it
Say he got a bag but he ain't got nun' to show for it
b*tch we been gettin' money and we still get it, it ain't past tense
Real trap sh*t, you on your ass, you get your ass kicked
Still up in the trap like i ain't never ever had sh*t
Fully loaded strap, im on that smoke and imma drag sh*t
Hold on i'm sorry baby
And i'd be lying say i'm hardly crazy
But it ain't nun like me so i can't blame you if you heart me baby
Now that pussy don't excite me, but you can try me baby
Feds keep talkin' bout indictments, you got hide me baby
b*tch i can't go back to the old me
Why? cuz that's the broke me
Chopstick on me cuz i can't let you ni**a's smoke me
Trigger happy ni**a, you better think for' you approach me
{chorus
Still up in the trap like i ain't never had sh*t *had sh*t!*
b*tches know i got that bag i ain't gotta brag b*tch
I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit *hold on*
Tell the truth it's fu*k this rap sh*t
Im a real trap ni**a, need a real trap b*tch
b*tches know i got that bag i ain't gotta brag b*tch
I done fell in love with cash ever since that bag hit
Leave that pussy ni**a bloody lookin' like his rag hit
{verse: bussdown pesos}
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