20 Flights To Paris

[Intro]
Yeah
It’s your boy Vic [?] now nigga
Simple and plain
And we on a plane to the mother fucking Paris
Shit come from the brain for real
You can’t freestyle nigga you can’t do that in the booth

[Verse]
Killing shit consecutively
Equity double when I’m upping the fees
Ain’t nobody touching the V
Luckily for them they’re gonna die in peace, they R.I.P
V-I-C ill with the shits, forget how you niggas live
Because I’m coming to peel up your shit
(Let’s go Vic)
Knowing that I’m dealing with shit
The cards been dealt when it’s appealing to chicks
She already seen what this nigga ‘bout to do and what he done in his past life
All these niggas half right
I don’t really give no fuck, I’m past the night
I’m up in the morning, like my pipe
Going outside tomorrow and tonight
Got the gun on me and the knife
Niggas wanna take flight you really be up there
Got some lil niggas that’ll snuff you for bus fare
[?]
Fuck outta here
First mother fucking rapper to snuff out a deer
Shit
Stranger thangs when I bring the thing
Inside of the club nigga what’s up (What’s up)
They didn’t put me down ‘cause I’m that other fucker (That’s right)
Niggas need raps, they need to shut the fuck up
(Get the fuck out of here dog)
I know the difference between needs and wants (Yeah)
I ain’t the type of rapper that be needing points
Or upscore, I know what for (What for dog?)
Came by myself and I had plus four
(Yous a smart mother fucker dog)
Lucrative sex tape
She told me she got the gob, that’s great
Escape to great lake
Got real high in the bubble, rainbows in the [?]
She gave me head, I called it a huddle
Thick muzzle on the SS jet plane
The shit was the sauciest
(You was up there)
Fall off a cliff (Damn)
Pink shoe looking like it was soft as a clit
Final looked like licked Jolly Ranchers
Her head was taffy apple
Never seen a three-liter Snapple bottle (Damn)
That’s me when I’m talking about her legs (Shit)
Niggas got bullets nigga compare me to that
Oe of ones, God damn, I’m rarer than that (You fresh)
Ahead of the rest, don’t remind me of it
Dirty dozen fuck it I’m butter loving
Works for suckers so punch your numbers fucker

[Outro]
Woo you spoke fire right now dog, you gotta stop that shit
That shit is nuts
[?]
See I knew you was still here for the [?]
[?]
And you got all your weed from us
Not we get your weed from you
Because we stole your shit nigga