[Chorus]
First things first, Rest in Peace to Vivienne
Balling like I'm Bol Bol, balling with the bros
I don't need that hoe bro
But I need your hoe bro
Man, I think I found my hoe bro
Pull up in the same clothes
Yeah, pull up in Tesla
That bitch, she so extra
You, acting like I met ya
Bitch, I never met ya
I don't understand, girl
Yuh Bitch wanna flirt, flirt
That nigga mad, he hurt hurt
So I kicked her to the curb
I be with my niggas, wit my goons
You wanna talk that shit, like what it do?
Money keep on comin', I can't lose
I'd be mad, lil nigga if I was you
You got no time to think, girl it's all in your head
I done fucked that bitch, I fucked her best friend instead
Smoking on this loud, and ya bih she wanna go down
And that choppa don't makе no sound
Put them to the ground
[Verse]
Walk in, they calling mе flawless
Thousand dollar watches on the gang, we so retarded
That bih she go dumb, with the brain, give me knowledge
I told Shine, stop pouring that drank, it got him nauseous
Relay, ain't no delay
Money bag, money bag, nigga that's the freeway
I just put 200 on the dash, ain't no e-brake
If I said I fucked ya girl, you wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't believe me
This shit took some time bro, this shit was not easy
#VLM that be the gang, tryna be gang but you can't hang
Can't see the hate, through these Vivenne Westwood shades
First things first, Rest in Peace to Vivienne
Balling like I'm Bol Bol, balling with the bros
I don't need that hoe bro
But I need your hoe bro
Man, I think I found my hoe bro
Pull up in the same clothes
Yeah, pull up in Tesla
That bitch, she so extra
You, acting like I met ya
Bitch, I never met ya
I don't understand, girl
Yuh Bitch wanna flirt, flirt
That nigga mad, he hurt hurt
So I kicked her to the curb
I be with my niggas, wit my goons
You wanna talk that shit, like what it do?
Money keep on comin', I can't lose
I'd be mad, lil nigga if I was you
You got no time to think, girl it's all in your head
I done fucked that bitch, I fucked her best friend instead
Smoking on this loud, and ya bih she wanna go down
And that choppa don't makе no sound
Put them to the ground
[Verse]
Walk in, they calling mе flawless
Thousand dollar watches on the gang, we so retarded
That bih she go dumb, with the brain, give me knowledge
I told Shine, stop pouring that drank, it got him nauseous
Relay, ain't no delay
Money bag, money bag, nigga that's the freeway
I just put 200 on the dash, ain't no e-brake
If I said I fucked ya girl, you wouldn't believe me
You wouldn't believe me
This shit took some time bro, this shit was not easy
#VLM that be the gang, tryna be gang but you can't hang
Can't see the hate, through these Vivenne Westwood shades
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