[Verse 1: DaBoii & Yhung T.O.]
Talkin' down your own bro, sound like a dork to me
Want beef but you snitchin', sound like pork to me
Nigga thought that I was lackin', keep a torch with me
And I be rockin' with them shooters, they'll score for me
Police say it's murder, thirty shells in that whip
Wet bab, I could probably sail in that shit
Keep on fuckin' with the devil, it be hell in this bitch
Keep on actin' like he tough and catch a shell in this bitch
Talkin' rich when you broke, that's a bad mouth
Follow the next nigga moves, that's a bad route
And every window rolled up, it's attack out
And I'll face every fear before I back down
Pussy soundin' like the gang, that's a copycat
We four deep up in the rentals with all kind of straps
And if K Rod took your bitch then come and buy her back
I got them demons in my body, don't know how to act
I don't fuck with niggas and I never did
And if I hit it from the back I'll probably touch her rib
Side nigga to his bitch, I got better dick
And for them niggas wanna diss, I got a longer clip, bitch
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Rob Vicious, fuckin' niggas' bitches (Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious)
'Posed to hit her once and now she back 'cause she addicted (Aye)
Niggas talkin' down then we gon' pull up with extensions
It's Vicious, I gotta get money and break bitches (Gang, gang)
Robbie Vicious got that TEC, he gon' chip somethin' (Aye)
Bullets flyin' out that TEC, watch it rip somethin'
Say you sippin' on that Tech, you don't sip nothin'
Say you smoke with no rec, come and get some (Bitch, gang)
Robbie Vicious got that chop, leave you holey (Chop leave you holey, bitch)
Tell the cops you don't know me (You don't know me)
Hundred round bust you down like a Rollie
Hit the ground, you talk down on my homies (Bitch)
Talkin' down your own bro, sound like a dork to me
Want beef but you snitchin', sound like pork to me
Nigga thought that I was lackin', keep a torch with me
And I be rockin' with them shooters, they'll score for me
Police say it's murder, thirty shells in that whip
Wet bab, I could probably sail in that shit
Keep on fuckin' with the devil, it be hell in this bitch
Keep on actin' like he tough and catch a shell in this bitch
Talkin' rich when you broke, that's a bad mouth
Follow the next nigga moves, that's a bad route
And every window rolled up, it's attack out
And I'll face every fear before I back down
Pussy soundin' like the gang, that's a copycat
We four deep up in the rentals with all kind of straps
And if K Rod took your bitch then come and buy her back
I got them demons in my body, don't know how to act
I don't fuck with niggas and I never did
And if I hit it from the back I'll probably touch her rib
Side nigga to his bitch, I got better dick
And for them niggas wanna diss, I got a longer clip, bitch
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Rob Vicious, fuckin' niggas' bitches (Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious)
'Posed to hit her once and now she back 'cause she addicted (Aye)
Niggas talkin' down then we gon' pull up with extensions
It's Vicious, I gotta get money and break bitches (Gang, gang)
Robbie Vicious got that TEC, he gon' chip somethin' (Aye)
Bullets flyin' out that TEC, watch it rip somethin'
Say you sippin' on that Tech, you don't sip nothin'
Say you smoke with no rec, come and get some (Bitch, gang)
Robbie Vicious got that chop, leave you holey (Chop leave you holey, bitch)
Tell the cops you don't know me (You don't know me)
Hundred round bust you down like a Rollie
Hit the ground, you talk down on my homies (Bitch)
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