[Intro]

Sledgren

Yeah, hah, bitch I'm Rob Vicious

Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy

[Chorus]

Uh, they can't stop me so nigga they just hate me

And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me

Real nigga, you could never be the fake me

Broke nigga you just hate me 'cause you ain't me

Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting

She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team

Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting

Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating

[Verse 1]

I came up in this bitch and I had motives

Serve every junky on this block, now I got boulders

Young and rich but I got demons on my shoulders

Block is hot, I swear to God my heart is colder

Who the fuck these pussy niggas? we don't know you

Ain't no choppers in this bitch then let me show you

Baking soda with the coca, not no Cola

Got the smokers on the corner going loco

Ayy, bitch I'm Rob Vicious

You ain't savage nigga, heard you rob bitches

I'ma fuck this nigga bitch in five minutes

And if I'm rapping 'bout it, nigga I did it

[Chorus]

Uh, they can't stop me so nigga they just hate me

And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me

Real nigga, you could never be the fake me

Broke nigga you just hate me 'cause you ain't me

Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting

She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team

Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting

Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating

[Verse 2]

Fuck all that hating shit, let's go and get some M's

Too many haters out here to be making friends

Get you some paper, baby go and get some bands

Fifty K and I'ma do my money dance

Comin' in, I got checks comin' in

Get it in, I'ma tell you how it is

Ain't no flex, we got next, we gon' win

Off the money, drugs, and sex, how we live

They looking at all this fashion, drippin' like I been had it

Whipping my wrist like magic, balling like I'm a Maverick

You know that I'm vicious and savage, and I might never stop trappin'

Most of you niggas just cappin', not with the shit that you rappin'

[Chorus]

Uh, they can't stop me so nigga they just hate me

And when I die I pray to God that Jesus take me

Real nigga, you could never be the fake me

Broke nigga you just hate me 'cause you ain't me

Picture perfect, pistol paint the perfect painting

She my favorite junky so I call her A-Team

Rock so fly, she hit it once and now she fainting

Let's get money, I ain't here for all this hating