Freestyle - Rob Vicious

Stuntman

Aye Rob, I think the feds is listenin'

You ain’t talkin money lil' baby don’t wanna hear it

Probably catch me on the tint, burnin' rubber when I be steerin'

I could never tell my mom 'bout the voices that I been hearin'

And if it ain’t a dollar y’all never see me near it

Most these niggas hoes, they just for show, they livin' a gimmick

Gotta stay ten toes, live by the code, and not some lyrics

If them niggas speakin' on your name you better clear it

He was speakin' on the gang, now he sleep with the spirits

Got the devil in my ear, we face to face in the mirror (aye)

Nigga Glock nines, 40's, AK’s up in here

Give a fuck 'bout some cause Imma really take it there

Why these niggas lyin'? It’s okay to be a square

Niggas showin' signs, and I ain’t blind, I’m aware

The other side dyin', fine, I don’t care

Get popped like tires, and we slide, ain’t talkin' spares

And if he ain’t shoot the fire off when he died, I don’t care

They the reason niggas havin' nightmares

Hoe shit, we ain’t never let it fly here

And these broke bitches always talkin' 'bout it’s my year

Money on my face baby I don’t cry tears

Niggas be spaceship when I see Buzz Lightyear

I don’t trust nothin', I got a gun right here

Light bitch, not basic, I could fuck right here

Lil' lightskin baby, she like to suck it when I stare

Aye, lil' thick bitch, she talkin' money, trap

And Imma hit her soon, I get the shit I need

Hit her from the back, I got her screamin' daddy please

Aye, bitch I’m that nigga guaranteed

Lil' bitch, think that Imma

Still suckin' dick, why this bitch a pair of knees

Aye, bowlin' in these Jordan 23's

I need money, I need weed, and a fifth of Hennessy

Niggas scared to rob with they metal, I can’t fuck with that

He done sold his soul to the devil, now he want it back

Traplantic mode, I came in this bitch with a hunnid pack

Hold on, dead homies, gotta run that back

Niggas scared to rob with they metal, I can’t fuck with that

He done sold his soul to the devil, now he want it back

Traplantic mode, I came in this bitch with a hunnid pack

Aye, pass me the pole, I make this bitch have a heart attack

Aye Rob, I think the feds is listenin'

Fucked around and started that

Fucked up, I won’t never get my daughters back

Stuntman

Why they keep tellin' me I fell off, this where I started at

Swear to be me instead of Adam if I can get him back

Swear to God I’m tired of losin' friends man, this shit whack

Twenty bands, fifty bands, hunnid bands, did that