Vicious - SHORELINE MAFIA, Rob Vicious

Got money change your timezone

To different countries, different states

All I know is getting K’s, catching plays

I’m making shade, oh damn

How much money did I make today?

Baller real hard no fade away

I can teach you 'bout my player ways

Go back in my robbing days

No robbing cheese, my dick is creased

If it ain’t money ain’t shit to me

Talk shit to me, you history

Back in the day I had shit to eat

Why the fuck yo' girl keep hitting me?

I think she only looking for some real dick to eat

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

Shorty turn into a freak when we in them sheets

Better leave black sheets if you in this beef

Tec twenty-one with a Glock twenty three

Still thinking 'bout coping that M16

I be geeking on a lotta M6 sixteen

Gonna try six rings, what the fuck that mean?

Urgh

Ay, you been calling all this time

Ay, I act like I can’t find my phone

You be on that stupid shit

And right is right and wrong is wrong

Yeah you right a song’s a song

But diss me boy

You dead and gone

He gon' have one fucked up funeral nigga

That boy head is gone

Why do they call you Rob Vicious?

Shit already know it’s from shooting

And kicking it dawg

In 48 hours I was kitsch for chicken

I really did slip on kitchen floors

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 h=Henny with pack

Soil ya' nigga be gone

I put the gang on your bitch

To go buck with your hoe

Homies that switch I don’t trust no more

Tell the niggas I don’t give a fuck no more

Got my own bitch, I don’t wanna fuck your hoe

I ain’t flexin' on my X, I don’t know your hoes

Whole powder here bitch, need to blow your nose

Watch niggas get high, had no control

Ay, ay, ay

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

The hoe get out ya' nose

Knew I was doing it big when

It got to the point I’m not touching the dough

If she can’t do it for Vicious

She cares, on my granny, it’s fuck that hoe

I told y’all niggas don’t trust that hoe

I told y’all niggas I don’t give no fucks no more

Smoking on gas that’s straight drop though

Lil' bitch can’t hit my dough, no

From a section that ain’t got no hold

This shit fuckin' up my mojo

Hell nah I ain’t taking no photo

Hell nah I ain’t stoppin for the po po

Fuck with Lil Rob you get smoked