Rob Vicious - LA Flocker / Rackae lyrics

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