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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shoreline Mafia
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Vicious
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rob Vicious
Producer
Lyrics
Aye, Rob
(I think the feds is listenin')
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Aye (shh, aye)
Oh (oh)
-, I'm so fly, I flew (yeah)
Hold on (aye), let me turn it up
If you ain't know me, time to meet me one-on-one, aye (-)
My name is Rob (aye), they kinda call me Rob because I rob (gang)
I treat my family like the mob and I ain't never had a job
I swear to God (oh), if one of you - run up wrong
I be the reason why your homie R.I.P. you in a song
-, how much in my pocket? Like ten (aye)
I'ma - this money up and run it right up again
I don't care, - tryna do what I did
And all the pocket-watching - be like, "Rob, where you been?"
Aye, aye, Glock 45 make the job easy (make the job easy)
You don't want it with the gang, we all greasy, aye (we all greasy)
- a baby gun, -, all my chops beef (all my chops beef)
I'ma take some, -, all my opps peacin' (all my opps peacin') (aye)
Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, aye (crash dummy)
I can get a - whacked for cash money (aye) (for cash money)
-, you must be a crash dummy, aye (crash dummy, aye)
And all a - know is cash money, aye
Pull up on a -, make a - hit his two-step (aye)
Hood-hoppin'-, every week you with a new set (aye, aye)
If we ain't gettin' money, then it's - 'em
They say, "Lil' Robby goin' nuts," -, suck 'em (aye)
- say it's up, so we gang slide and bust 'em (f-)
I ain't switchin' up, -, it's Bayline or nothin' (ooh)
These - - can't see me (gang)
Don't watch me, lil' baby, watch TV (aye, aye)
- 12, -, free 03 (what?), On the run right now, I gotta be lowkey (skrrt)
Stole my killer out, he probably on speed (he probably on speed)
Hit the floor, it probably make your nose bleed (make your nose bleed)
I'll chop a - up like Gross Beat, aye (chop a - up like Gross Beat)
I'll chop a - up, Gross Beat (Gross Beat) (leggo)
Aye, aye, Glock 45 make the job easy (make the job easy)
You don't want it with the gang, we all greasy, aye (we all greasy)
- a baby gun, -, all my chops beef (all my chops beef)
I'ma take some, -, all my opps peacin' (aye) (all my opps peacin')
Touch me, you must be a crash dummy, aye (swerve)
I can get a - whacked for cash money (aye) (for cash money)
-, you must be a crash dummy, aye
And all a - know is cash money, aye
Aye, aye
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
Aye, Rob (what?)
I think the feds is listenin'
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Aye)
Gang
Writer(s): Rob Vicious
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