Rob Vicious
Real Shooters
[Verse 1]
E'ry n***a with me trap hard for a bankroll
I'll smoke a n***a like a 'gar, gotta lay low
Chopstick with me in a place that I can't go
Chopstick turn a n***a hat to a halo
Lil' bro hit him with the draco
Whole lotta shooters form the Bay to down Daygo
Pocket full of moolah, little n***a, this is play dough

[Verse 2]
These n***a switching up lanes
Feds on a n***a so I switched up names
Plenty of this green, I just picked up bank
Henny and the lean and some mixed up drank
I just popped another bean, I need to fix my face
He ain't got it for a feind, send that shit my way
'Til the trapphone ring I'ma sit sideways
Can't smoke no weed 'til we hit the highway
N***a, don't make a scene, n***as die that way
You ain't gang, n***a, bettеr not drive that way
What case, n***a? They ain't gon' find that K
Can't hang if you only gon' ridе halfway
Still can catch me up in traffic
Chopstick fully automatic
Opp shit, let a n***a have it
Drop shit Vicious gettin' savage