Vicious E

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, What? That money change your times on a different Country, different states. All I know is getting cake, catching plays, I make it shake. Ooh, cake. How much money did I make today? Ballin' real hard, no fadeaway. I could teach you 'bout my player ways. Back in my robbing days. No Robin jeans, my Dickies crease. If it ain't money, ain't shit to me. Talk shit to me, get whisked to sleep. Back in the day, had shit to eat. Why the fuck your girl keep hittin' me? I think shawty lookin' for some real dick to Beat. If she call Lil Robbie, I'ma hit it To sleep. Twenty racks, I'ma get it this week. And I like my money green like I like My trees. Shawty turn to a freak when we In them sheets. Better leave black sheets if you In his V. Turn twenty-one with a Glock twenty-three. Still thinkin' 'bout coppin' that M16. I be geekin' on a lot of M six-sixteen. In a Trap 6 ring, what the fuck that Mean? Hey, You been callin' all this time, I act like I can't find my phone. You be on that stupid shit and right is Right, but wrong is wrong. Yeah, you right, a song's a song, but diss Me, boy, you dead and gone. He gon' have one fucked up funeral, nigga, That boy head is gone. Why do they call you Rob vizzy? Should already know, it's from shootin' and kickin' In doors. At forty-eight, I was in kitchens for Chicken. I really did sleep on kitchen floor. Now my stack do not bend, got louder than The meds. I mean the highs and the lows. I mix the molly with Po, the Henny with Pat. Swear a young nigga be gone. With gang in your bitch, they gon' bump with Your ho. Homie, that switch, I don't trust no More. Tell them niggas I don't give a fuck No more. Got my own bitch, I don't wanna Fuck your ho. I ain't flexin' on my ex 'cause I don't know your ho. Hard-head bitch need to blow your nose. Watch niggas get high, have no control. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Baby, she sick as a dog and she high Off the blow. Let ho get out your nose. Knew I was doin' it big when it got To the point I'm not touchin' the dope. If she can't do it for vizzy, she can't My granny, it's fuck that ho. I told y'all niggas don't trust that told y'all Niggas I don't give no fucks no more. Smokin' on gas, that straight drop dope. Lil bitch can't have my dope, no. From a section that ain't got no hope. This shit fuckin' up my mojo. Hell nah, ain't takin' no photo. Hell nah, stoppin' for the po-po. Fuck with Lil Rob and you get smoked