Vicious lyrics

[Intro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey (What?)
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

[Verse 1]
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 di*k is creased
If it ain't money ain't sh*t to me
Talk sh*t to me, you history
Back in the day I had sh*t to eat
Why the f*ck yo' girl keep hitting me?
I think she only looking for some real di*k 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 f*ck that mean?
Urgh
[Verse 2]
Ay, you been calling all this time
Ay, I act like I can't find my phone
You be on that stupid sh*t
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 f*cked up funeral n*gga
That boy head is gone
Why do they call you Rob Vicious?
sh*t 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' n*gga be gone
I put the gang on your b*tch
To go buck with your hoe
Homies that switch I don't trust no more
Tell the n*ggas I don't give a f*ck no more
Got my own b*tch, I don't wanna f*ck your hoe
I ain't flexin' on my X, I don't know your hoes
Whole powder here b*tch, need to blow your nose
Watch n*ggas get high, had no control
[Outro]
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 f*ck that hoe
I told y'all n*ggas don't trust that hoe
I told y'all n*ggas I don't give no f*cks no more
Smoking on gas that's straight drop though
Lil' b*tch can't hit my dough, no
From a section that ain't got no hold
This sh*t f*ckin' up my mojo
Hell nah I ain't taking no photo
Hell nah I ain't stoppin for the po po
f*ck with Lil Rob you get smoked