[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n***as, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a fucking singer
N***as ain't street, these n***as entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n***as, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers

[Verse 1: Rob Vicious]
Posted in the kitchen with some trappers and some bangers
Playin' with my bro man he gon' hit you with the banger
Bitch we shoot to kill, you want a war then get your aim up
Bitch I'm on that vicious shit, my n***as on the same stuff
N***as being bitches, well that ain't the way I came up
Dissing in the mentions 'cause you tryna get your name up
N***as out of pocket, got a rocket for you lame fucks
Fuck these pussy n***as, roll my weed and pour this drank up
Call my lil homie, he gon' knock your head off
Pull up talkin' shit, but like a ho you sped off
Fuck with the squad, lil bitch it's man down
And everybody's shooters in the room, that's hands down
They ain't fuck with me before but them bitches fans now
Lil ho you better suck it when I pull my pants down
Pop out with the rocket, 'til it click I keep popping
Vicious to the death, you know how Lil Robby rockin'
[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n***as, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a fucking singer
N***as ain't street, these n***as entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n***as, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers

[Verse 2: Master Kato]
I don't know you n***as, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
Beatin' down your block with them sticks, you stuck in danger
Real right with cookie to the face, I'm searching stains up
N***as capping every day and claiming so I aim up
Paint 'em up, then I call up Franky when the drank is up
I thank you bruh
Fuck with you the long way, let's roll this stanky up
Janky bruh, who? on my mama you n***as janky bruh
You stanky bruh, he think he the shit, he Mr. Hanky bruh
I used to do whatever, do whatever for the dough
And now I got bitches who love to do whatever for some dough
My n***a Ohgeesy, he move in any weather with the coke
My n***as don't sleep, we put the shit together and it's on
And it's on
Now we leave the trap 'cause the work gone
Hit the spot, I tell that lil bitch get her twerk on, woah
Hella bands, that's all I'm about, look this my third phone
Hear a brrt in the back, bitch that's the work phone
[Chorus: Rob Vicious]
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n***as, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers
Did a lot of dirt, I got blood on my fingers
Soft ass rapper should've been a fucking singer
N***as ain't street, these n***as entertainers
Grown ass men lookin' like the Power Rangers
Actin' like a hitter, you gon' put yourself in danger
I don't know you n***as, y'all some motherfuckin' strangers