Bayline Anthem - Dirt Rich, Rob Vicious

Yeah, ah, we blasting

Kick the door, we jacking

Blowback, we packing

No questions, we wack them

Them niggas know, we acting

Push a nigga shit backwards

When niggas on the other side, said they looking for me lacking

No cappin', you cappin', shit talking when I’m rapping

Dope slinging, I’m trapping

Chain hanging, I’m snatching

What it say, I’m

You pupper, I’m cracking

You broke cause you lack a shot nigga, no bragging

In the field, John Madden

It’s a movie, no acting

Keep it on my, no lacking

Gun on me, don’t ax shit

You niggas there with no action

Pull up and we gon' crash you

Bullets make them do a back flip, gymnastics

, scandalous, I’m crafty

Hit for a hun' and now your bitch calling my daddy

She said she love me cause her nigga got her unhappy

Clutching on my forty while the police trying to harass m

Stop with all that flexing, boy you broke as shit, knock off

All my niggas killers, if you trippin' you gt knocked off

I be sipping drink, I love the mud, I love to work hard

I was taught to get it back and stay away from cop cars

Everywhere I go they know my name I’m like a rock star

Yeah I keep that thing and I pop you like a pop tart

Stop with all the faking, boy you lame, you is not hard

Yeah I keep that thing and I pop you like a pop tart

Baby getting sloppy in a 'rari

I done brought the thing and it’s a party

She was shaking ass like Cardi

Yeah I gotta hide, she my little toti

Baby getting sloppy in a 'rari

I done brought the thing and it’s a party

She was shaking ass like Cardi

Yeah I gotta hide, she my little toti

Been on bullshit and I can’t stop, and I won’t stop till the chop click

Most of these niggas not shit, just pop a lot of that hot shit

Same pistol I flex would be the same you get popped with

You would think I was from China the way I fell in love with these chopsticks

You ain’t gang nigga, be cautious

On this side, we live lawless

Broke bitches make me nauseous

Nigga we ain’t taking no losses

Baby I ain’t got no conscious

I ain’t mean stupid, I’m honest

I got chopper rounds in my closet

And I hate niggas, I promise

We don’t walk around with no wallet, at least a couple bands in my pocket

You don’t walk it nigga, you talk it

Keep on talking I’m gonna chalk 'em

Stop it, ay lil' Rob you got a problem

I can’t listen to no bitch, I never listened to my momma

Niggas love to play the role until it’s time to do the drama

Bitch I’m about my money rolls, say bitch I’m all about the dollars

Say bitch I’m all about my dough, look bitch I’m all about the commas

Lil' nigga you a hoe and you remind my of yo moma (gang)

Trying to keep my cool for like a nigga fina spaz out

Lil' Rob is making moves is what them pussy niggas mad about

And I did done it all on twenty from my dads house

And all I do is ball, say all a nigga do is cash out