[Intro]

Ay Rob, "what?" I think the fed's is listening

Fed’s listening

Nigga the meds is kickin, you ain't gotta dead a homie just to come with dead bitches

[Rob Vicious]

Fuck bitches, fuck these bitches, got a weird gla bag ion trust these bitches

I got ninety nine problems but it's none of these bitches

Nigga who ain’t bout drama, I'm the real Rob Vicious

Gang gang gang on yo block who not trippin'

Nigga come catch fades and get popped then stop snitchin'

Yella light you up 30 stick got switches

[?] got the hoes but Lil Deuce got the bitches

[NFant]

[?] got the hoes so Lil Deuce got the bitches

I just snuck a chop through the backdoe it's extended

Knock a nigga down if he ever get to trippin'

But I just called a twitter thug, had to whip him for the mention

[Lil Deuce]

You ain't never seen a hundred tatted boys stop lyin'

They didn’t like me in the jungle, I came back with some lions

I just took a road trip, came back with a dub

Told your bitch shut her mouth I’m on the phone with the club

[Rob Vicious]

Ay, Lil Robby back up on his bullshit

Robby only nigga that you thought that I was cool with

You will make a nigga grab that choppa and start shootin with it

Y'know ain’t a shooter what the hell you even doin' with it

[Lil Deuce]

Told the homie, pass the strap, lemme catch one

You ain't ever took a trip for a body? It's hella fun!

Jump out, catch the toughest nigga, make that nigga run!

Pop out his momma’s house, ask mom's, mom's where yo son?