Feds (feat. Rob Vicious)
Ooh, bitch (It's a Rappa beat, bitch)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (DJ Flippp, make the money flip)
Do-do-do, that's the sound of the choppa rounds (Choppa rounds)
We ain't hoppin' out of whips
We finna walk 'em down (Finna walk 'em down)
Ayy, get 'em gone, I won't make a sound (Make a sound)
Fenix Flexin, Rob Vicious, probably out of bounds (Out of bounds, ayy)
I been faded off this finnigan (Ayy)
I just broke a stripper bitch
Her name was Cinnamon (Name was Cinnamon)
I got two twin chops, them bitches synonyms (Synonyms)
Baby girl, let's hit the road, we finna get it in
Rob, what you wanna do? What's the situation? (Situations)
We'll get some niggas gone with no hesitation (Shh)
Ayy, I send a threat with an exclamation (Exclamation)
If I catch a fuckin' opp, you know I'ma take him (Nigga)
Sweetie pie ass nigga, boy, I wanna bake him (I wanna bake him)
If I feel this nigga soft, then I'm finna snake him (For real)
She got my balls in her mouth, yeah, I let her taste 'em (Ugh)
Rob Vicious, that's my brother, no, I can't replace him
Gang, gang, gang, that's the sound of that gang shit
You don't stay dangerous, you don't speak my language (Ayy, gang)
I'm brainless, shameless, no, I'm not famous (Bitch)
I'll smoke you and every nigga you came with (Ah, grrah)
Pew-pew-pew, be quiet, the feds listenin'
Hit him with the fire, he died, his head missin' (Head missin')
I don't wanna smoke, I'm high and the meds kickin'
Blunt full of fire, I'm tired, it's dead endin' (Ayy, gang)
Fenix, what we on? (What we on?)
Ayy, catch me in a no-fuck-nigga zone
Big sticks, real hits, take a fuck nigga soul (Grrah)
Some' big in this drip, get a fuck nigga gone (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Do-do-do, that's the sound of the choppa rounds (Choppa rounds)
We ain't hoppin' out of whips
We finna walk 'em down (Finna walk 'em down)
Ayy, get 'em gone, I won't make a sound (Make a sound)
Fenix Flexin, Rob Vicious, probably out of bounds (Out of bounds, ayy)
I been faded off this finnigan (Ooh)
I just broke a stripper bitch
Her name was Cinnamon (Name was Cinnamon)
I got two twin chops, them bitches synonyms (Synonyms)
Baby girl, let's hit the road, we finna get it in
What's the situation? (Situation)
With no hesitation (No hesitation)
With an exclamation (Ayy)
If I feel this nigga soft, then I'm finna snake him (Ooh)
Yeah, I got this F&N, make yo' head spin (Make yo' head spin)
I'm a dog, I been fuckin' on her best friend (On her best friend)
Ayy, fully loaded with a beam on it (Beam on)
Every bullet got a member of yo' team on it (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, what's the situation?
I ain't go to school, I was in special education
Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious, baby, I don't do relations
We gon' shoot it up as soon we hit the destination, gang
I ain't go to school but I'm ballin' out (Racks on me)
You ain't ever seen a junky really fallin' out (For real)
You ain't never seen a nigga layin' flat
If a nigga wanna try, I got a choppa and a MAC, nigga
Ayy, Rob, I think the feds is listenin' (Hahahaha)
Ayy, ayy-ayy (DJ Flippp, make the money flip)
Do-do-do, that's the sound of the choppa rounds (Choppa rounds)
We ain't hoppin' out of whips
We finna walk 'em down (Finna walk 'em down)
Ayy, get 'em gone, I won't make a sound (Make a sound)
Fenix Flexin, Rob Vicious, probably out of bounds (Out of bounds, ayy)
I been faded off this finnigan (Ayy)
I just broke a stripper bitch
Her name was Cinnamon (Name was Cinnamon)
I got two twin chops, them bitches synonyms (Synonyms)
Baby girl, let's hit the road, we finna get it in
Rob, what you wanna do? What's the situation? (Situations)
We'll get some niggas gone with no hesitation (Shh)
Ayy, I send a threat with an exclamation (Exclamation)
If I catch a fuckin' opp, you know I'ma take him (Nigga)
Sweetie pie ass nigga, boy, I wanna bake him (I wanna bake him)
If I feel this nigga soft, then I'm finna snake him (For real)
She got my balls in her mouth, yeah, I let her taste 'em (Ugh)
Rob Vicious, that's my brother, no, I can't replace him
Gang, gang, gang, that's the sound of that gang shit
You don't stay dangerous, you don't speak my language (Ayy, gang)
I'm brainless, shameless, no, I'm not famous (Bitch)
I'll smoke you and every nigga you came with (Ah, grrah)
Pew-pew-pew, be quiet, the feds listenin'
Hit him with the fire, he died, his head missin' (Head missin')
I don't wanna smoke, I'm high and the meds kickin'
Blunt full of fire, I'm tired, it's dead endin' (Ayy, gang)
Fenix, what we on? (What we on?)
Ayy, catch me in a no-fuck-nigga zone
Big sticks, real hits, take a fuck nigga soul (Grrah)
Some' big in this drip, get a fuck nigga gone (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Do-do-do, that's the sound of the choppa rounds (Choppa rounds)
We ain't hoppin' out of whips
We finna walk 'em down (Finna walk 'em down)
Ayy, get 'em gone, I won't make a sound (Make a sound)
Fenix Flexin, Rob Vicious, probably out of bounds (Out of bounds, ayy)
I been faded off this finnigan (Ooh)
I just broke a stripper bitch
Her name was Cinnamon (Name was Cinnamon)
I got two twin chops, them bitches synonyms (Synonyms)
Baby girl, let's hit the road, we finna get it in
What's the situation? (Situation)
With no hesitation (No hesitation)
With an exclamation (Ayy)
If I feel this nigga soft, then I'm finna snake him (Ooh)
Yeah, I got this F&N, make yo' head spin (Make yo' head spin)
I'm a dog, I been fuckin' on her best friend (On her best friend)
Ayy, fully loaded with a beam on it (Beam on)
Every bullet got a member of yo' team on it (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, what's the situation?
I ain't go to school, I was in special education
Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious, baby, I don't do relations
We gon' shoot it up as soon we hit the destination, gang
I ain't go to school but I'm ballin' out (Racks on me)
You ain't ever seen a junky really fallin' out (For real)
You ain't never seen a nigga layin' flat
If a nigga wanna try, I got a choppa and a MAC, nigga
Ayy, Rob, I think the feds is listenin' (Hahahaha)
Credits
Writer(s): Fenix Rypinski, Ives Rafael Lemos Jr., Ruben Aranda
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