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[intro]
aye, aye, aye, aye
y’all n_ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh_t
so i’m in the club with my stick (aye)
h_ll nah i ain’t takin’ no pics, these broke n_ggas make me sick (ooh, aah)
b_tch my name rob vicious, hoe i know i ain’t sh_t (gang gang gang)
29 b_tches all on my d_ck, hope the b_tch don’t know i’m rich

[verse 1]
ooh, if the b_tch pull up better blow my d_ck
got stacks on deck, b_tch i’m on my sh_t
100 packs on deck, just stole this sh_t
still shopping with the plug like i don’t know sh_t
why your b_tch keep flexing like she don’t suck d_ck
the way that n_gga started acting thinking he won’t suck d_ck
i don’t even really really wanna f_ck that b_tch
but she f_ckin’ on the homie why you trust that b_tch?
d_mn, aye, y’all hoes ain’t talkin’ bout sh_t
if i walk up in the club with my stick y’all ain’t walkin’ out this b_tch (braaah)
i’ma let that b_tch rip ain’t no talkin’ out this sh_t (aye)
and she grindin’ on the 30 clip, know it feel just like my d_ck
ooh, when you suckin up on my d_ck don’t spit b_tch swallow that sh_t
you a model ass b_tch, hmm, i don’t even follow that b_tch
h_ll nah, you at the bottom b_tch, can’t date you can be my bottom little b_tch
cannot snap you with the camera like a model lil’ b_tch
i’m beatin’ up the taco now she got a lil’ split
[verse 2]
hoe you a lie, you a god d_mn god d_mn lie, saying robbie got a lil ass d_ck
dumb b_tch you must want them dots, tryna give me this little ass chip
shawty send me pictures of her lil’ ass nails
i’m a grown ass man what i do with this sh_t
got a glock look like it hold 2 of them clips
hit your block man lookin’ like some braille
brand new n_gga, need a brand new l!ck (oooh)
i just bought a brand new whip
aye i macked a brand new b_tch
i’ma have to ban you b_tch
i can’t stand you b_tch
my homie just ran through you b_tch
i’m rob vicious not boo you b_tch
mane i might have to shoot this b_tch
shawty ain’t f_ckin’ i boonked this b_tch
grab all your clothes, it’s time to go
off 29 grams, i’m booted b_tch
with all my bros let’s caught some hoes
29 hitters and they all on go
how he hit that flow, n_gga i don’t know
in a school of hard knocks had the honor roll
got so much guap my knot don’t fold
20 b_tches pray to god that my pops not home
still servin’ fake lean i got wock at home
i’m a paranoid n_gga tote the glock at home
and your parents still smoke it till’ the whole rock gone
daddy told me keep servin’ till the whole rock gone
if the police ain’t workin’ then i won’t walk home
[?] told me don’t stop whippin’ ’till the whole pot glowin’
all eyes on me feel like 2pac homes
aye, starting to think you n_ggas really g_y
aye, got a 9 milimeter 45 .450 and a k just to ruin your day
aye, in 25 days, i done caught 120 plays
120 graves, n_gga probably thinkin’ i got a 100 mini k’s
aye, 100 million ways, get rich b_tch but you just play
aye, b_tch what did you just say, i’ll slap the skin off yo’ motherf_ckin’ face
that stick put it into your motherf_cking day
go swish when i cop that b_tch in your face
that b_tch talk sh_t that b_tch gets mased
don’t f_ck today, get blocked erased
b_tch you like a waste of sp_ce
she catchin’ dates for acetheface
and i pray to god they dont investigate
and we catchin’ those dates we chop them rakes
you a f_ck n_gga you really need to pump them brakes
if i spray then that b_tch gone touch them gates
i’m a h_lla wavy n_gga like f_ck them lakes
if i hit up police then i’ma tuck my drank
[outro]
aye, y’all n_ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh_t
so i’m in the club with my stick (aye)
h_ll nah i ain’t takin’ no pics, these broke n_ggas make me sick (ooh, aah)
hoe i know i ain’t sh_t, b_tch my name rob vicious (aye)
this is not my b_tch, she just suck my d_ck

- rob vicious yung henny

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