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real shooters - rob vicious lyrics

e’ry n*gga with me trap hard for a bank roll
i’ll smoke a n*gga like a ‘gar, gotta lay low
chopstick with me in a place that i can’t go
chopstick turn a n*gga hat to a halo
little bro hit him with the draco
whole lotta shooters form the bay to down daygo
[?] little n*gga this is play dough

these n*gga switching up lanes
feds on a n*gga so i switched up names
plenty of this green, i just picked up bank
henny and the lean this a mixed up drank
i just popped another bean, i need to fix my face
[?] amd the sh*t my way
’til the trapphone ring i’ma sit sideways
can’t smoke no weed ’til we hit the highway
n*gga, don’t make a scene, n*ggas die that way
you ain’t gang, n*gga, better not drive that way
what case, n*gga? thеy ain’t gon’ find that k
can’t hang if you only gon’ ride halfway
[?] catch me up in traffic
chopstick fully automatic
opp sh*t, let a n*gga havе it
drop sh*t [?]

every n*gga with me tryna shoot a n*gga face off
beat going hard, told slime cut the bass off
[?] so hard it’ll knock the whole lace off
real trap n*gga, still serving lames fake sauce
still jack n*ggas, swear to god n*ggas fake, soft
old heads taught a n*gga game, got me laced up
ever since i been up in a gang i’ve been caked up
seen a hundred thousand in your trap [?]
fake ass rappers ain’t ’bout it, got fake guns
fake ass money outside, i’ll take some
seen a hundred thousand in your trap [?]
fake ass rappers ain’t ’bout it, got fake guns
fake ass money outside, i’ll take some

- rob vicious lyrics

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