[00:09.62]I make money, break money, can't no bitch take from me
[00:12.11]Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin'
[00:14.36]I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
[00:16.80]We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
[00:19.35]We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business
[00:21.71]We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches
[00:24.60]We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
[00:26.63]Heard that bitch nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim
[00:29.18]I'm a ****in' dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin'
[00:31.85]Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', **** around and blow somethin'
[00:34.25]I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money
[00:36.76]Hatin' ass broke little niggas makin' no money
[00:39.24]I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
[00:41.52]I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks
[00:43.72]Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot
[00:46.21]Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
[00:48.74]I got problems
[00:49.70]Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah)
[00:51.98]Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama
[00:54.44]I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
[00:56.85]Might **** your baby mama for drama (Gang)
[00:58.69]Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
[01:01.07]Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas
[01:03.62]Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar
[01:06.02]I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada
[01:08.61]Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product
[01:10.89]Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up
[01:13.48]He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
[01:15.90]Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
[01:18.33]Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
[01:20.46]She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
[01:22.74]She been practicin' and she rehearse
[01:25.53]And I'm a bitch killer, leave it in a hearse
[01:27.96]Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you bitches doesn't
[01:30.40]Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't
[01:32.80]In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap
[01:35.22]I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap
[01:37.79]Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
[01:40.17]Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
[01:42.66]You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
[01:45.17]So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel
[01:47.58]Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
[01:49.81]She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
[01:52.38]She been practicin' and she rehearse
[01:54.85]And I'm a bitch killer, leave it in a hearse
[01:57.29]Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
[01:59.74]She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
[02:02.36]She been practicin' and she rehearse
[02:04.63]And I'm a bitch killer, leave it in a hearse

I make money, break money, can't no bitch take from me
Fake money, boy, you broke, all my niggas stay stuntin'
I'm with Rob Vicious, we're not chasin' no bitches
We been chasin' the chicken, my niggas run up the digits
We everything that you isn't, my niggas handle they business
We not fakin', no snitchin', I put my trust in no bitches
We was up in the kitchen, saran wrappin' and sippin'
Heard that bitch nigga dissin', 'nother chop for the victim
I'm a ****in' dealer, road runner, Fenix got the pour comin'
Robbin' niggas, poor runnin', **** around and blow somethin'
I been in the trap but a nigga makin' show money
Hatin' ass broke little niggas makin' no money
I know why you niggas hate me, 'cause I never punched a clock
I still ride with thirty-eights, my lil' homie love them Glocks
Bitch, they call me Robbie Vicious 'cause I'm vicious in the pot
Went from sellin' junkies smoke to richest nigga on the block
I got problems
Niggas steady talkin', but you niggas don't want drama (Nah)
Pull up on you tweakin', shootin' pistols at your mama
I still pop them pills and sip that lean and smoke Bascama
Might **** your baby mama for drama (Gang)
Pull up, fire fire fire, them shots is rippin' out the llama
Sucks when niggas die and it ain't even 'bout no commas
Work a nine to five and you won't even spend a dollar
I grind for me and mine, that's why these kicks on me Prada
Went from robbin' niggas to shippin' my brother product
Niggas talkin' crazy, that's what got the party shot up
He got up, and bled on the stretcher, so they just dropped him
Who shot him? that fifty gon' bless him for talkin' 'bout us
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a bitch killer, leave it in a hearse
Two sixes, that's a dozen, I do shit you bitches doesn't
Poured it up with my lil' cousin, I was there, you niggas wasn't
In the trap, in the back, with the MAC, ain't no cap
I just did a sixteen, I ain't talkin 'bout no rap
Pop a seal, smoke some kill, get some head while I chill
Pop a bean with some lean, do it all for a thrill
You work nine to fives, I want ninety-five mils
So I keep pushin' pills, ridin' 'round with that steel
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a bitch killer, leave it in a hearse
Flippin' work, sippin' dirt
She gon' ride, I'm gon' hit in reverse
She been practicin' and she rehearse
And I'm a bitch killer, leave it in a hearse