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rob vicious - la flocker / rackae lyrics

part i: la flocker

[chorus]
i’m an la flocker, young n-gga with a chopper, don’t give a f-ck ’bout a copper
streets gettin’ hotter, and i’m trappin’ cause i gotta, smokin’ weed like a rasta
gettin’ brain from a bopper, and she suckin’ so proper so i ain’t gon’ stop her
party like a rocker, sh0r-line mafia, they ain’t gon’ stop us
la flocker, young n-gga with a chopper, don’t give a f-ck ’bout a copper
streets gettin’ hotter, and i’m trappin’ cause i gotta, smokin’ weed like a rasta
gettin’ brain from a bopper, and she suckin’ so proper so i ain’t gon’ stop her
party like a rocker, sh0r-line mafia, they ain’t gon’ stop us

[verse]
i don’t do no features, n-gga i don’t wanna meet you, middle finger to my teachers
n-ggas sittin’ in the bleachers, i was posted in the streets, with them wild wild creatures
gettin’ wild wild money, like this sh-t ain’t nothin’, ’cause this sh-t ain’t nothin’
you see me stuntin’, got brand new hundreds, godd-mn i love it
these n-ggas straight hoes, n-gga free my bros, rip my bros
i did so much wrong, but i got a lot of sh-t i got goin’
now a n-gga rich, no cap
n-ggas’ phones get tapped when you talk like that
n-gga why you walk like that?
’cause i got a lot of racks in my bag
talkin’, that chopper gon’ blast
ride around the opper with no mask
call before you cop that dash
said his name then i popped four in his -ss
man godd-mn that’s sad
and his whole hood mad ’cause i did him vicious
lil b-tch who is it?
i said b-tch i’m rob vicious

part ii: rackae

[intro]
pull up to the trap, you gettin’ taxed, ayy
b-tch i’m rob vicious
shootin’ with the strap, ayy
and i was breakin’ b-tches ’til that pack came

[verse]
all of my young n-ggas got they tools up
these n-ggas shoot for nothin’, they some motherf-ckin’ shooters
n-gga f-ck that talkin’, go’n and do somethin’
prove somethin’, shoot somethin’
screamin’ free my n-ggas like they ain’t do nothin’
stuck that f-ck n-gga up and he ain’t move once
this b-tch keep runnin’ her mouth like this b-tch know me
ran in a f-ck n-gga house, said please don’t smoke me
f-ck n-gga i’m rob vicious, n-gga i be havin’ sh-t
i ball like mavericks, my wrist do magic
and if they ask about my name, rob vicious ’cause i’m savage
these n-ggas average, b-tch i ain’t average
you got a problem, fix it quick like a mechanic
i used to sneak in n-ggas’ houses like a bandit
i was stuck up in the streets like i was stranded
now lil robby gettin’ money, they can’t stand it
(b-tch i’m rob vicious)

[chorus]
they ain’t never said that i can rap, ayy
catch me in the trap countin’ motherf-ckin’ rackaes
sell you n-ggas’ b-tches out on backpage
and i was breakin’ b-tches ’til that pack came
i came from the sack game
pull up to this trap, you gettin’ taxed, gang
i don’t suggest you trust me with this strap aim
and i was just trippin’ ’til that pack came

- rob vicious lyrics

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