​villain

[Intro: Nettspend]
—On a top building, ho, what's to do? (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm on a top building
—On a top building, ho, what's to do? (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm on a top building
Uh, spilled the Tris' and it's spillin'
Go up high, up to the celling
You know what we on, slime
Tell 'em what we on, slime, time, huh
Told you I'm a villain
(Ok is the hardest I swear to God)

[Chorus: Nettspend]
Like, tools up, fuck, fuck 'em
Blues out, spendin' hunnids (Ok is the-)
We ain't care 'bout what you say (Fa)
(We gon' be ok) Went to YSL, I'm a Saint Laurent God (Fuck, fuck)
Bitch, I'm glowed up, that's why I won't get along, uh
And you not chosen, you might as well get a job (Fuck)
A-a-and I been floating, pills in my stomach
Like, get me alone, I just want to be alone
Like, walk away, I don't even want yo' top

[Verse 1: Nettspend]
Bit-bitch, I'm on a top building, ho, what's to do? (Go, go)
Bitch, I'm on a top building (Build—)
Uh, spilled the Tris' and it's spillin'
Go up high, up to the celling
You know what we on, slime
Tell 'em what we on, slime, time, huh
Told you I'm a villain
T-told you I'm a villain
—We on, slime, time, huh
Told you I'm a villain

[Verse 2: zayguapkid]
Bitch, I—
Bitch, I walk in with that tool on me
None of this shit ain't new to me (Ok is the har-)
Y'all niggas not cooled, on me
Sippin' on lean, nigga, keep juice on me
I'm in the stu', nigga, got two on me
We're going for, like, two a piece
We gon' rip through with the Two twenty-three
Yeah, yeah, r-red dot at his head
Talkin' to gang, nigga, now he dead
Sippin' on blood, nigga, sippin' red, red, red
It's gon' be here 'till the end
Bro put a scope on an F&N
Pop this perc', nigga, now I'm bent, bent, bent
Ain't savin' no bitch, I ain't Clark Kent
We get the drop on him, we gon' spin
M-me and Nett getting to the bread
Bitch, I'm fly, hoppin' off the back
I'm in Saks 5th tryna spend
I might pour a fuck nigga red
I'm in the city, bitch, I'mma rent
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Nettspend]
Like, tools up, fuck, fuck 'em
Blues out, spendin' hunnids (Ok is the-)
We ain't care 'bout what you say (Fa)
(We gon' be ok) Went to YSL, I'm a Saint Laurent God (Fuck, fuck)
Bitch, I'm glowed up, that's why I won't get along, uh
And you not chosen, you might as well get a job (Fuck)
A-a-and I been floating, pills in my stomach
Like, get me alone, I just want to be alone
Like, walk away, I don't even want yo' top

[Outro]
(Trap-trap-trap-trap)
(He's not such a bad kid once you get to know him)
(Damn, DJ Rennessy, where'd you find this?)
(—once you get to know him)
(Trap-trap-trap-trap)