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some bout it - rob vicious lyrics

[intro]
i swear to god man
ayy rob, i think the feds is listenin’
ayy
whaaaaat
ight
ayy
hold on

[verse]
ayy
it’s somethin’ about it
man i can’t stand a n*gga who be talkin’ like he ’bout it
n*gga be quiet
you ain’t gettin’ to the dough
lil bro i doubt it
got a big bank roll
i don’t need one accountant
some n*ggas do it for clothes
some n*ggas do it for diamonds
n*gga we ain’t duckin’ sh*t but the police sirens
don’t need no shoota n*gga
i’m a shoota n*gga
i got it
i let my b*tches stomp down
and all my homeboys silent
n*gga i can’t call it
ain’t talkin’ no money
then n*gga i ain’t talkin’
i just popped another bean
tryna try my best
act like i ain’t off it
it ain’t eye pack then i ain’t coughin’
hoppin’ out b*tch we do it often
h*ll naw we ain’t takin’ losses
put him in the coffin
word around the street is lil robby got a green light
lil n*gga
let me catch a stack up at that red light
we don’t see the opps no more
you know they dead right?
get a n*gga free promo
he on a t*shirt
when i hit the n*gga with that red dot
b*tch i’m on the run cuz my head hot
got another gun cuz my finger itchin’
i want all the smoke like a [?] shot
you ain’t gang
n*gga it’s f*ck you
you can’t slide
i don’t trust you
lil bro got chops
you ain’t got chops
i got one too
f*ck all my opps
i’m lil rob i got big fye
[outro]
b*tch i’m rob vicious!

- rob vicious lyrics

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