[Intro: ALLBLACK]
Well, well, well, well, well
Rob Vicious, what's happenin', dude?
What do we have here, weirdo?
Kenny, thank you
Shoreline, what's happenin'?
Woah, Kenny
[Verse 1: ALLBLACK]
Threw on my black hoodie, pesos
Fresh as fuck like the first laundromat load (Check me out)
Up that fire, he gon' turf dance, no Girbauds (Scary ass nigga)
Hope he cut so I don't bust, I came for the ho
Mud here, 10 kit, I gotta go
Hit the board, whipped out 10, I keep them bands (Check)
Two fifths, Dom and Pat, finna start a trend (Trend, a trend)
It's Rolla day, you done fucked, so we all got bands
Rockstars, pass out then do it again
With the club, skip the dub, I got a crazy plan
Y'all thank God 'cause he the reason I ain't use this K
No more fuckin' outcalls, I am done with dates
No more bungalow bums, lyin' in my face
Did foul shit, slapped suckers and broke a few hoes
But I never sucked no dick, or changed for dough
Might sound crazy, but I never went half with a ho
[Chorus: ALLBLACK & Rob Vicious]
Keep your bitch on a leash, or tucked in the house
Glock in my G-Stars for your broke ass mouth
I got diamonds on my wrist and gold in my mouth
And I'm still with hittin' licks, nigga, fuck your couch
Keep your bitch on a leash, or tucked in the house
Catch you in traffic, on Jehovah, I'm axin' you out
Got a torch at the house for your broke ass mouth
And I'm still with hittin' licks, nigga, fuck your couch
[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
Black shoes, black clothes, leavin' black sheets
50 cal have you sprintin' like an athlete
Caught him on the 'Shaw, leave him on a back street
Catch me slippin', pussy niggas better pack me
I'll be damned if I let a nigga jack me
Dumb as fuck if you thinkin' I don't pack heat
Got a fully automatic in the back seat
I'm from 29th, baby, in the back streets
Hunnid rounds, you got a problem, that's a hunnid shots
Come and war with me if you can tote a hunnid Glocks
I done cooked, sold rock on another block
Get you cooked stove top, know that's sucka hot
Come and trap in your spot, nigga, fuck a cop
Y'all ain't rockin' no chops, nigga, fuck an opp
'Fore they ask about a witness, bitch, I did it
I don't think that y'all get it, bitch I'm Rob Vicious
[Chorus: ALLBLACK & Rob Vicious]
Keep your bitch on a leash, or tucked in the house
Glock in my G-Stars for your broke ass mouth
I got diamonds on my wrist and gold in my mouth
And I'm still with hittin' licks, nigga, fuck your couch
Keep your bitch on a leash, or tucked in the house
Catch you in traffic, on Jehovah, I'm axin' you out
Got a torch at the house for your broke ass mouth
And I'm still with hittin' licks, nigga, fuck your couch
[Outro: ALLBLACK]
Boombox in the grass outside that bitch window
Simpin' ass nigga
Armijo hoodie, fake muggin' with no strap
.38 snub nose with no fire pin, these niggas weird as fuck
Rob Vicious, thank you for fuckin' with me
I go by the name of ALLBLACK