SONICGOESVAMP!!! - RO-B. Z., brae liam & Kid Rohan: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

RO-B. Z., brae liam & Kid Rohan

SONICGOESVAMP!!!

2

Hip-Hop/Rap

SONICGOESVAMP!!! was released on August 15, 2025 by UNBRKBLE WRLD as a part of the album IGNT, Vol. 1

Song Details

AlbumIGNT, Vol. 1

Release DateAugust 15, 2025

LabelUNBRKBLE WRLD

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM74

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

RO-B. Z.

Rap

brae liam

Rap

Kid Rohan

Rap

Bruce Henals

Guitar

SEGA

Sampled Artist

Tomoya Ohtani

Sampled Artist

Tyler Smyth

Sampled Artist

Kellin Quinn

Sampled Artist

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

brae liam

Songwriter

Robert Victor Zaitsev

Robert Victor Zaitsev

Songwriter

Rohan Anand Ayyar

Rohan Anand Ayyar

Songwriter

Bruce Henals

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

RO-B. Z.

Producer, Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Y'all already know who it is, yeah (We won't)

It's brae liam, back at it again (Back down)

RO-B. Z., thank you for having me on this one (We won't)

Yeah

I take it back to the top and then slide

All my brothers really rockin' inside

Hit a lick at the crib, we get high

Do my shit, you ain't fuck with this guy

Bringing the party, I turn out the lights

Roll with my shawty, she stay by my side

Poppin' them bottles, I'm feeling alive

Getting them dollars, I'm feeling alive

When I step in, got the girls going crazy

I'm in the back of the club, getting lazy

No wonder why these bitches wanna date me

Puffing a cloud and my eyes going hazy

Sick of these bitches that think that they know me

Quit running your mouth, you're below me

I'm going too fast, you can't slow me

I got yo bitch in my bed and she blow me

Round after round, and I'm putting my life on the line

I get on top of these bih when I slide

Fuckin' around with a blunt 'til I'm high

When I hit the ground, know these bitches are fried

Ask how I am and I tell 'em, "I'm fine"

I hit a lick with my brodies inside

Know I'm a god, no, I ain't finna die

Me and my brothers, we living the life

Poppin' another bottle of Patron

Never feel sick, I'm never going home

Suck on my dick and then leave me alone

I don't need shit, you can get off my phone

I'm bout to switch it up just a lil' bit, because

All of these fuckers say I stay the same, see

None of you bitches can know what I'm dishin'

It's higher or lower when I'm going crazy

Yeah, yeah (We won't)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (-down)

Yeah, yeah (We won't)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hooo!) I need a whole lotta cash

(Hooo!) I need a whole lotta bags

I'm never poppin' no tags

Taking that shot like an iPhone snap

Freestyle, but I still write those raps (Um)

I'm a simp to the mic, I got attached (Um)

Okay, I'm speaking proper now

Way too loud, I'm finna calm her down

I was talking money like I got amounts

You be aging too much, you a fossil now

Wrinkle too much, hope you got an iron

Gotta bomb like Oppenheimer

I could pick a couple peppers, Peter Piper

Quit acting like I rap like I'm not on fire

Diss Kanye, I'm not on the wire

I'm the shit you talking 'bout

Your last song, I walked around

Your last album flopped now

The bottom choice like drop-downs

I'm the one who pop now

Polo G, I pop out

My name been across town

Your name is crossed out on everything I got now

I could put it all down

How could I be homophobic? Shout out to the gays

She is your wife, but she came to me just off my gaze

You call yourself the "jack of all trades", but I'm number one, the ace

Next rapper who make a sound, I'mma kill his career, A Quiet Place

Yeah, yeah (We won't)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Back down)

Yeah, yeah (We won't)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Robbie the monster that hide in the shadow

No gun on my hip when I pop in your face

Rarity runner, blue streak coming after

Fire red in the green, been finding my flame

My presence a stunner, collecting these rings

My money feel just like the 2Pac estate

Your money stack under, do not touch my batter

Bitch, it is my birthday, run me the cake

Better cage your girl, she serving me kitty

I'm liable to make a bitch box blaze

But I'm picky with the heat, like tracks I make

Ain't just good dick that be making her stay

Green Hill Zone, your shit too easy

I replicate, dominate to the end of the game

Dr. Eggman, 'cause a machine prop your plays

You still can't win, every sign got my face

And it's fuck Lil Mabu's shit, I don't do no crip walking

I just sit in front of mics and leave careers crypt walking

Dropped a fat man on you fuckers, bitch, I am Crypt walking

Your girl fell in love with me, I gave her the big something

Flipped a Sonic track to a Carti beat

How the fuck does Rob even do it?

Jack of all trades playing strings like the devil

Fuck everyone saying to stick to producing

Yusuf Dikeç with this gun I squeeze

Even enhanced, you can't harm with your bullets

'Cause I am Mephiles to you silver metals

It would take a paradox to rid my influence

Wassup?

Written by: Braeden Liam Pethtel, Bruce Henals, Robert Victor Zaitsev, Rohan Anand Ayyar

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