Victor Wynslow

[Intro]
Ah
Shit
Not ever going to sleep drunk
Naw don’t do that shit man
Don’t listen to this if you’re drunk too
Cause I be having some wild ass stories
Uh
You know I’m quick to do those
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[Verse]
I was minding my business on my grandma’s porch
‘Til I heard the richest nigga ever came home from court
At this point man niggas was hungry
Niggas was selling boa constrictors just to get the money
Shit wasn’t televised, 24 hours forever fried
Swear to God the worst day of my life
My phone didn’t ring for all of that day until later that night
It was my nigga Big Rob he wanted to hit the strip
I’m like let’s do it usually
I don’t be on that shit I’d rather do the music
We in the big van banging music rolling 63rd
Rolling up thе misty herb this nigga was sick of words (Word)
Turned the music down, hе made a right
The next block up he seen some fucking niggas he didn’t like
He like Vic you ain’t gotta do shit, just stay in the car
I said you outta your mind, I don’t just rip bars
Fuck it, I wanted to see how it was gonna work out so I fell back
He walked towards them niggas that sell ten dollar sacks
It was seven of them niggas, how he gonna survive?
He whooped them niggas ass in ten seconds then hopped in the ride
He said he been killing mother fuckers all week
Even the nigga that never came home that had all the cheese
This nigga wyling ‘til he turned into a boss
Nobody fucking with my nigga, put the crap niggas off
One nigga that answer to his everyday needs wanted him to bleed (The fuck?)
I overheard the conversation smoking weed
They both hopped in the truck with niggas I never seen
Followed them niggas to every mother fucking scene
Fifth stop was a warehouse, I’m scoping it out
Big Rob on a phone call on my phone, I put it down
Hopped out the car clapping on some army and shit
Big Rob’s fat ass still talking to chicks
On the phone he turned around like he didn’t see shit
He said he peeped me already while I was smoking my stick
Damn nigga that was twelve hours ago
Make me feel like a nigga move too slow
Oh shit gotta be quicker than that
So embarrassed so I went to a chick’s house that didn’t listen to rap
Now my phone ring all day ‘cause I might spreay shit
Big Rob said thanks for taking out my lightweight
Bitch