[Intro]
Pussyham Productions
Why we up all night, bruh
It’s WillThaRapper nigga
Skwa, skwa, look

[Verse 1]
I told this bitch to watch out
Cause she in the way
Her boy want a feature, but he gotta pay
He talkin’ all crazy
I’m like what he got to say
My heater be turnt, look
I put some heat in this phase, look
I’m just like watch out lil’ bitch
Watch out lil’ bitch
He wanna talk tough
I’m like pop out lil’ bitch
But when he pull up
I just pull my Glock out lil’ bitch
Now he wanna run
I just let some shots out lil’ bitch
Look, I pop his ass like some bubblegum
Got a hundred drum I get a drummer some
My flow hard they say I get a summer sun
And your bitch on my dick tryna be number one
How you hatin’ and your bitch is my biggest fan
Forty heat, I might give him the biggest tan
And your bitch run me good like a ceiling fan
Don’t cut verse with no middle or little man
If I talk I’m talkin’ to bosses
Who just like me can’t afford any losses
Niggas be pumpin’ my aim be too perfect
And everything hit ‘em is so flawless
My new foreign bitch she so
My new shit they crank more than ya’ll shit
That thiry clip yam is a yard stick
Pull out the K and then match you a target, whoa
They got me fucked up
Where was you when I was fucked up
Now be popped up cause I locked up
And the same time, I’m not up up
I’m still fucked up, still be in the streets
Plus those rotten niggas in the streets
They ain’t building beef, they ain’t feeling grief
But the Feds still be thinking they’re in the sheets
That’s crazy
Swear to God these rap niggas be faking shit
And them same niggas be hatin’ shit, look
Swear to God I on’ the sanest shit
And everything I say, just know I mean this shit
Look, it’s Lil’ Robbie nigga
I swear I’m ready to rob a nigga, look
Never wanted to be a trap nigga, oh
Tryna make a hundred mil’ nigga
I only make music for a real nigga say wow

[Verse 2]
Young nigga that they mad at
All the Twitter talk they can have that
So I sneak diss I ain’t spares bandages
Say jump, where that mask at
Ex bro Kev where the Mac at
Tye call my phone, where his ass at
I’m like say you got something to grab that

[Verse 3]
We just slid on that bitch
We spotted that hoe
She like hey is that WillThaRapper
I’m like oh, watch out lil’ hoe
I say aye come get her bro
Then I pull my Glock really slow
Then aim at his top really slow
Then let bout the whole villy go

[Outro]
Bla, du du du pow pow
Du du du pow pow
Blrrrr, ha ha
It’s Lil’ Robbie nigga