[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you niggas, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a fucking singer
Niggas ain't street, these niggas entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you niggas, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
[Verse 1: Rob Vicious]
Posted in the kitchen with some trappers and some bangers
Playin' with my bro man he gon' hit you with the banger
Bitch we shoot to kill, you want a war then get your aim up
Bitch I'm on that vicious shit, my niggas on the same stuff
Niggas being bitches, well that ain't the way I came up
Dissing in the mentions 'cause you tryna get your name up
Niggas out of pocket, got a rocket for you lame fucks
Fuck these pussy niggas, roll my weed and pour this drank up
Call my lil homie, he gon' knock your head off
Pull up talkin' shit, but like a ho you sped off
Fuck with the squad, lil bitch it's man down
And everybody's shooters in the room, that's hands down
They ain't fuck with me before but them bitches fans now
Lil ho you better suck it when I pull my pants down
Pop out with the rocket, 'til it click I keep popping
Vicious to the death, you know how Lil Robby rockin'
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you niggas, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a fucking singer
Niggas ain't street, these niggas entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you niggas, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
[Verse 1: Rob Vicious]
Posted in the kitchen with some trappers and some bangers
Playin' with my bro man he gon' hit you with the banger
Bitch we shoot to kill, you want a war then get your aim up
Bitch I'm on that vicious shit, my niggas on the same stuff
Niggas being bitches, well that ain't the way I came up
Dissing in the mentions 'cause you tryna get your name up
Niggas out of pocket, got a rocket for you lame fucks
Fuck these pussy niggas, roll my weed and pour this drank up
Call my lil homie, he gon' knock your head off
Pull up talkin' shit, but like a ho you sped off
Fuck with the squad, lil bitch it's man down
And everybody's shooters in the room, that's hands down
They ain't fuck with me before but them bitches fans now
Lil ho you better suck it when I pull my pants down
Pop out with the rocket, 'til it click I keep popping
Vicious to the death, you know how Lil Robby rockin'
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