​vice city stories OCTOBERSFULLMOON

[Verse 1]
Livin' good, live in hood
I'ma live in Dub', when my friend gets out
He's stuck up in the can and he can't get out
I can't stress too much, can't let my hands sweat out
This is fuckin' Miami, we might hand the lead out, uh
I'ma live in Dub', when my friend gets out
He's stuck up in the can and he can't get out
I can't stress too much, can't let my hands sweat out
This is fuckin' Miami, we might hand the lead out, uh
We don't fuck wit' feds, nah
Nah, that's not who we fuck wit' (Nah, nah)
And fuck 12, bitch, suck dick (Yeah, haha)
Pull up, we might cook ya (Yee)
You thinkin' you the shit, but inside, we like, "Fuck ya"
Nah, that's not who we fuck wit' (Nah, nah)
And fuck 12, bitch, suck dick (Yeah, haha)
Pull up, we might cook ya (Yee)
You thinkin' you the shit, but insidе, we like, "Fuck ya," uh (On God)

[Chorus]
Sometimеs it feels like I'm tellin' Vice City stories
Bitch, I'm from the U.K., and we don't fuck wit' tories
Bitch, I'm in the house, like Cory
Daddy left for milk, finna find him like Dory, uh
Sometimes it feels like I'm tellin' Vice City stories (Uh)
Bitch, I'm from the U.K., and we don't fuck wit' tories (Uh)
Bitch, I'm in the house, like Cory (Uh)
Uh, yeah, bitch, we in the house, yeah, uh