Vicious

Aye, aye

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Aye, what? (Aye, aye, aye, aye)

That money change your timezone

To different countries, different states

All I know is gettin' K's

And catchin' plays, I'm makin' shade, ooh

(Aye, aye, aye, aye)

How much money did I make today?

Ballin' real hard, no fade away

I could teach you 'bout my playa ways

Go back in my robbin' days

No robbin' cheese, my dick is creased

If it ain't money, ain't shit to me

Talk shit to me, you history

(Aye, aye)

Back in the day, ain't had shit to eat

Why the fuck yo' girl keep hittin' me?

I think she only lookin' for some real dick to eat (Bitch)

If she call up little Robbie, I'ma hit it to sleep

Twenty racks, I'ma get it this week

What?

I like my money lean like I like my drinks

Shawty turn into a freak when we in them sheets (Ooh)

Better leave black sheets if you in this beef (Grrah)

TEC .21 with a Glock .23

Still thinkin' 'bout coppin' that M16

I be geekin' on a lotta M6 sixteen

Gonna try six rings

What the fuck that mean?

(Uh)

(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)

You been callin' and all this time

I act like I can't find my phone

You be on that stupid shit

And right is right but wrong is wrong

Yeah, you right, a song's a song

But diss me boy, you dead and gone (Bitch)

He gon' have one fucked up funeral

****, that boy head is gone

(Why do they call you Rob Vicious?)

Shit, already know it's from shootin' and kickin' it dawg

Forty-eight hours, in kitchen for chicken

I really did sleep on kitchen floors (Damn)

Now my stack do not bend

Got louder than myths

I'm in the highs and the lows

I mixed the Molly with Po

The Henny with pack

So a young **** be gone

I put the gang on your bitch then go buck with your ho

Homies that switch, I don't trust no more (Aye)

Tell these **** I don't give a fuck no more

Got my own bitch, I don't wanna fuck yo' ho

I ain't flexin' on my exes, I don't know y'all hoes

Whole powder here bitch, need to blow your nose

Watch **** get high, had no control

(Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye)

Either she sick as a dog or she high off the blow

The ho get out ya nose

Knew I was doin' it big

When it got to the point I'm not touchin' the dough (Facts)

If she can't do it for Vicious

She kill for my granny, it's fuck that ho (Bitch)

I told y'all **** don't trust that ho (Bitch)

I told y'all **** I don't give no fucks no more

Smokin' on gas, that's straight drop though

Lil' bitch can't hit my dough, no

From a section that ain't got no hold

(Aye, aye)

This shit fuckin' up my mojo

Hell nah, I ain't takin' no photo

Hell nah, I ain't stoppin' for the Po-Po

Fuck with Lil' Rob and you get smoked