Part I: LA Flocker
[Chorus]
I'm an LA flocker, young n***a with a chopper, don't give a f** '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 s**in' so proper so I ain't gon' stop her
Party like a rocker, Shoreline Mafia, they ain't gon' stop us
LA flocker, young n***a with a chopper, don't give a f** '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 s**in' so proper so I ain't gon' stop her
Party like a rocker, Shoreline Mafia, they ain't gon' stop us
[Verse]
I don't do no features, n***a I don't wanna meet you, middle finger to my teachers
n***as sittin' in the bleachers, I was posted in the streets, with them wild wild creatures
Gettin' wild wild money, like this sh** ain't nothin', 'cause this sh** ain't nothin'
You see me stuntin', got brand new hundreds, goddamn I love it
These n***as straight hoes, n***a free my bros, RIP my bros
I did so much wrong, but I got a lot of sh** I got goin'
Now a n***a rich, no cap
n***as' phones get tapped when you talk like that
n***a 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 a**
Man goddamn that's sad
And his whole hood mad 'cause I did him vicious
Lil b**h who is it?
I said b**h I'm Rob Vicious
[Chorus]
I'm an LA flocker, young n***a with a chopper, don't give a f** '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 s**in' so proper so I ain't gon' stop her
Party like a rocker, Shoreline Mafia, they ain't gon' stop us
LA flocker, young n***a with a chopper, don't give a f** '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 s**in' so proper so I ain't gon' stop her
Party like a rocker, Shoreline Mafia, they ain't gon' stop us
Part II: Rackae
[Intro]
Pull up to the trap, you gettin' taxed, ayy
b**h I'm Rob Vicious
Shootin' with the strap, ayy
And I was breakin' b**hes 'til that pack came
[Chorus]
They ain't never said that I can rap, ayy
Catch my in the trap countin' motherf**in' rackaes
Sell you n***as' b**hes out on BackPage
Swear I was just trippin' 'til that pack came
[Verse]
All of my young n***as got they tools up
Tehse n***as shoot for nothin', they some motherf**in' shooters
n***a f** that talkin', go'n and do somethin'
Prove somethin', shoot somethin'
Screamin' my n***as like they ain't do nothin'
Stuck that f** n***a up and he ain't move once
This b**h keep runnin' her mouth like this b**h know me
Ran in a f** n***a house, said please don't smoke me
f** n***a I'm Rob Vicious, n***a I be havin' sh**
I ball like Mavericks, my wrist do magic
And if they ask about my name, Rob Vicious 'cause I'm savage
These n***as average, b**h I ain't average
You got a problem, fix it quick like a mechanic
I used to sneak in n***as' 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**h I'm Rob Vicious)
[Chorus]
They ain't never said that I can rap, ayy
Catch my in the trap countin' motherf**in' rackaes
Sell you n***as' b**hes out on BackPage
And I was breakin' b**hes '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