Let Em Have It (feat. DaBoii, Yhung T.O., Slimmy B & Shoreline Mafia)

Talkin' down your own bro, sound like a dork to me
 Want beef but you snitchin', sound like pork to me
 Nigga thought that I was lackin', keep a torch with me
 And I be rockin' with them shooters, they escort for me
 Police say it's muddy, thirty shells in that whip
 Wet bab, I could probably sell in that shit
 Keep on fuckin' with the devil, it be hell in this bitch
 Keep on actin' like he tough and catch a shell in this bitch
 Talkin' rich when you broke, that's a bad mouth
 Follow the next nigga's movese, that's a bad route
 And every window rolled up, it's attack out
 And I'll face every fear before I back down
 Pussy soundin' like the gang, that's a copycat
 We four deep up in the rentals with all kind of straps
 And if K-Rod take your bitch then come and buy her back
 I got them demons in my body, don't know how to act
 I don't fuck with niggas and I never did
 And if I hit her from the back I probably touch her rib
 Side nigga to his bitch, I got better dick
 And for them niggas wanna diss, I got a longer clip, bitch
 Rob Vicious, fuckin' niggas' bitches
 'Posed to hit her once and now she back 'cause she addicted
 Niggas talkin' down then we gon' pull up with extensions
 It's Vicious, I gotta make money and break bitches
 Robby Vicious got that TEC, he gon' chip somethin'
 Bullets flyin' out that TEC, watch it rip somethin'
 Say you sippin' on that Tech, you don't sip nothin'
 Say you smoke with no rec, come and get some
 Robby Vicious got that chop, leave you holey
 Tell the cops you don't know me
 Hundred round bust you down like a Rollie
 Hit the ground, you talk down on my homies
 I'm a dope dealer baby, let me change your life up
 Goin' thirty off a perc-30 with the pipe tucked
 Fendi hold the forty, we might take your life bruh
 Shawty want the winning team, no niggas like us
 All my niggas want the smoke, no niggas fight us
 I ain't worried 'bout that bitch, I had to boss my life up
 Run game on a bitch, game on a bitch
 Pop a pill then came on a bitch, gang on that bitch
 Uh, Slimmy motherfuckin' B
 Red bottom for the cleats, twenty-two up in this gleek
 Bitch I'm really in these streets, Craft nigga, three C's
 Thinkin' I was fuckin' for the free, bitch please, uh
 Been slidin' all night, no sleep
 Cuffin' on that thot bitch, let the ho be
 Paid a band plus for this Louis long sleeve
 All that dissin', six feet is where you niggas gon' be, uh
 And when I hit your bitch it's from the backend
 Eight-fifty for the belt, that's why I'm saggin', uh
 Like Nike I just do it, no practice
 Niggas want smoke, shit, fuck it, let 'em have it, uh
 This stick up on my hip but this ain't Madden
 In the Aston, gettin' head from a ratchet
 Glock plastic, make your mama pick a casket, uh
 And if you ain't talkin' bands, ain't no collabing, bitch