Vice

Coming up quick
I got some sick shit in the vault
This ain’t nun
I’m just dabbing in this sound
Because I can having fun
Get that stick out yo ass boy
You think you doin sum
Making that song again n again just because it trended once
That shit sad as hell
I feel so sorry for you niggas
Smoking til I’m shell
I heal my sorrows with this liquor
I was raised well
I keep it solid for my niggas
I would raise hell
If I was bothered by you niggas
This one for my playas down south
Bumping Boosie driving slow with some gold in they mouth
Serving tree that shipped from Cali
They whole hood in the clouds
They got tecs and automatics
Put yo hood in the ground
Sleep and sound
White folks got some hoods too
They just wear em on they head
If I see a white hood
All the same I shoot em dеad
If you come incorrect
I’ll assume you is a fеd
Stay the fuck up out my circle square you gon fuck up my bread
I’m whipping I-5
Sixty five
Two switches in da trunk
Same nigga with nine knives
Taking lives
Eight left one in your gut
Your bitch want five guys
With no fries
She’s licking on these nuts
Fuck with birds and get left hurt
Fuck with maggz get left with nubs
PTSD like a vet but no veteran
Hungry for bread like a vet with no severance
Stay in the burbs cuz the ghetto is treacherous
Why make assumptions with no frame of reference
Dis that playa shit
That slaya shit
That might go shoot the mayor shit
That shit that gets these bitches lit
And makes you wanna circle pit

I’m a mental degenerate
I’m a hypocrite
Talk bout not using needles
But I be snorting shit
I’ve also been on the benzos
All while sipping and smoking cigs
The difference is I didn’t get clean then start acting like I’m above it
Like holier than thou
If I added up my purchases
I’m in the hundred thousands
Cocaine mountains
Molly water fountains
K pins down
Got my ego like who doubting me
All black no mask
Big strap hop out kicking door
Where the motherfuckin money at
Bitch smack hit that
No lack kick back feet up
Where the hoes and their mothers at
You wack prolly smoke crack happily
I’m black pigs shoot us happily
White tee like my Nikes
With a dime piece
Smoking two
Like the mags in my jeans
I’m war ready
Was born ready
To wreck your shit you bitch
I’ll make it quick like you was smoking fetty
Human brain spaghetti
Paint walls like Artemisia Gentileschi
Known for solving problems once it’s up like I’m Joe Pesci