R.T.T.B.

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When I wake up Baby I get right to the bag Fuck with me Then I might just beat yo ass Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap If I rob you You'll know, I don't use a mask Bag it up, wrap it up Really fast I just count the cash Sit back & laugh All these haters salty man, They really mad You the type to make a mill & still be sad We ain't fuckin with you man you way too broke Ain't got shit to throw in but you wanna smoke Since a youngin I had to get it on my own Fuck a pole boy, I'll shoot you with a bow We can throw bones but boy I swear you too slow Fresh bands in my hand, my cake ain't old Ask any G, payin cash the way to go We ain't alike at all, that's cause you do not smoke When I wake up Baby I get right to the bag Fuck with me Then I might just beat yo ass Since a youngin I been stuntin in the trap If I rob you You'll know, I don't use a mask Bag it up, wrap it up Really fast I just count the cash Sit back & laugh All these haters salty man, They really mad You the type to make a mill & still be sad