Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vicious, artist - SHORELINE MAFIA. Date of issue: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |