Power Rangers lyrics

[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n*ggas, y'all some motherf*ckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a f*cking singer
n*ggas ain't street, these n*ggas entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n*ggas, y'all some motherf*ckin' strangers

[Verse 1: Rob Vicious]
Posted in the kitchen with some trappers and some bangers
Playin' with my bro man he gon' hit you with the banger
b*tch we shoot to kill, you want a war then get your aim up
b*tch I'm on that vicious sh*t, my n*ggas on the same stuff
n*ggas being b*tches, well that ain't the way I came up
Dissing in the mentions 'cause you tryna get your name up
n*ggas out of pocket, got a rocket for you lame f*cks
f*ck these pus*y n*ggas, roll my weed and pour this drank up
Call my lil homie, he gon' knock your head off
Pull up talkin' sh*t, but like a ho you sped off
f*ck with the squad, lil b*tch it's man down
And everybody's shooters in the room, that's hands down
They ain't f*ck with me before but them b*tches fans now
Lil ho you better suck it when I pull my pants down
Pop out with the rocket, 'til it click I keep popping
Vicious to the death, you know how Lil Robby rockin'
[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n*ggas, y'all some motherf*ckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a f*cking singer
n*ggas ain't street, these n*ggas entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n*ggas, y'all some motherf*ckin' strangers

[Verse 2: Master Kato]
I don't know you n*ggas, y'all some motherf*ckin' strangers
Beatin' down your block with them sticks, you stuck in danger
Real right with cookie to the face, I'm searching stains up
n*ggas capping every day and claiming so I aim up
Paint 'em up, then I call up Franky when the drank is up
I thank you bruh
f*ck with you the long way, let's roll this stanky up
Janky bruh, who? on my mama you n*ggas janky bruh
You stanky bruh, he think he the sh*t, he Mr. Hanky bruh
I used to do whatever, do whatever for the dough
And now I got b*tches who love to do whatever for some dough
My n*gga Ohgeesy, he move in any weather with the coke
My n*ggas don't sleep, we put the sh*t together and it's on
And it's on
Now we leave the trap 'cause the work gone
Hit the spot, I tell that lil b*tch get her twerk on, woah
Hella bands, that's all I'm about, look this my third phone
Hear a brrt in the back, b*tch that's the work phone
[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n*ggas, y'all some motherf*ckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a f*cking singer
n*ggas ain't street, these n*ggas entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n*ggas, y'all some motherf*ckin' strangers