shoreline mafia – power rangers lyrics
[chorus: rob vicious]
actin’ like a hitter, you gon’ put yourself in danger
i don’t know you n-gg-s, y’all some motherf-ckin’ strangers
did a lot of dirt, i got blood on my fingers
soft -ss rapper should’ve been a f-cking singer
n-gg-s ain’t street, these n-gg-s entertainers
grown -ss men lookin’ like the power rangers
actin’ like a hitter, you gon’ put yourself in danger
i don’t know you n-gg-s, y’all some motherf-ckin’ strangers
[verse 1: rob vicious]
posted in the kitchen with some trappers and some bangers
playin’ with my bro man he gon’ hit you with the banger
b-tch we shoot to k!ll, you want a war then get your aim up
b-tch i’m on that vicious sh-t, my n-gg-s on the same stuff
n-gg-s being b-tches, well that ain’t the way i came up
dissing in the mentions ’cause you tryna get your name up
n-gg-s out of pocket, got a rocket for you lame f-cks
f-ck these p-ssy n-gg-s, roll my weed and pour this drank up
call my lil homie, he gon’ knock your head off
pull up talkin’ sh-t, but like a ho you sped off
f-ck with the squad, lil b-tch it’s man down
and everybody’s shooters in the room, that’s hands down
they ain’t f-ck with me before but them b-tches fans now
lil ho you better suck it when i pull my pants down
pop out with the rocket, ’til it click i keep popping
vicious to the death, you know how lil robby rockin’
[chorus: rob vicious]
actin’ like a hitter, you gon’ put yourself in danger
i don’t know you n-gg-s, y’all some motherf-ckin’ strangers
did a lot of dirt, i got blood on my fingers
soft -ss rapper should’ve been a f-cking singer
n-gg-s ain’t street, these n-gg-s entertainers
grown -ss men lookin’ like the power rangers
actin’ like a hitter, you gon’ put yourself in danger
i don’t know you n-gg-s, y’all some motherf-ckin’ strangers
[verse 2: master kato]
i don’t know you n-gg-s, y’all some motherf-ckin’ strangers
beatin’ down your block with them sticks, you stuck in danger
real right with cookie to the face, i’m searching stains up
n-gg-s capping every day and claiming so i aim up
paint ’em up, then i call up franky when the drank is up
i thank you bruh
f-ck with you the long way, let’s roll this stanky up
janky bruh, who? on my mama you n-gg-s janky bruh
you stanky bruh, he think he the sh-t, he mr. hanky bruh
i used to do whatever, do whatever for the dough
and now i got b-tches who love to do whatever for some dough
my n-gg- ohgeesy, he move in any weather with the c-ke
my n-gg-s don’t sleep, we put the sh-t together and it’s on
and it’s on
now we leave the trap ’cause the work gone
hit the spot, i tell that lil b-tch get her twerk on, woah
h-lla bands, that’s all i’m about, look this my third phone
hear a brrt in the back, b-tch that’s the work phone
[chorus: rob vicious]
actin’ like a hitter, you gon’ put yourself in danger
i don’t know you n-gg-s, y’all some motherf-ckin’ strangers
did a lot of dirt, i got blood on my fingers
soft -ss rapper should’ve been a f-cking singer
n-gg-s ain’t street, these n-gg-s entertainers
grown -ss men lookin’ like the power rangers
actin’ like a hitter, you gon’ put yourself in danger
i don’t know you n-gg-s, y’all some motherf-ckin’ strangers
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