VTMS

Kobe, where you at?

Yeah-ah, yeah-ah

Why, why, why, why, why, why?

Nines, glicks, VETEMENTS (Put it out, put it out)

Pull up on the n*gga, gon' make me shoot it at that n*gga

I put the fire on his ass, wait, Louis Vuitton my bag

She for the street but she got ass, she my lil' freak but she got class

She act like she don't remember, baby, that's a million k

How can I say I love her? I cannot be that ho's savior

Yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah

I might regret the day I gave you my heart, yeah

At night, pull up, meet a **** n*gg

And should I pour drank up?

Stay frontin' as that lil' treater, **** n*gg

Don't make me power-up, like Vegeta, **** n*gg

I see him lovin' on that bitch, well she's a skeezer young n*gg

Now all these labels tryna buy my sauce

Yeah, I had to get that shit on my own

How you solid when you fold?

Give me noggin, give me dome

Knock you down like dominoes

Tormes my drip, I don't rock VLONE

I don't trust a soul, all alone

I'll be fine, I'm with that chrome (Bleet)

Goddamn, what these Xans doin'?

Foreign ho, she speak fluent

She wanna ride my ****in' whip

Bad bitch look like Meagan Good

The things I do, he wish he could

I can't go back broke no more so let's get that shit understood

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

bitch, I hope you understand

I get fly like Peter Pan

I'm thinkin' 'bout this shit , man

I get it out the streets

Nines, glicks, VETEMENTS (Put it out, put it out)

Pull up on the n*gga, gon' make me shoot it at that n*gga

I put the fire on his ass, wait, Louis Vuitton my bag

She for the street but she got ass, she my lil' freak but she got class

She act like she don't remember, baby, that's a million k

How can I say I love her? I cannot be that ho's savior

Yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah

I might regret the day I gave you my heart, yeah

Verse2 SSGKobe:

I gave you my heart, you ripped it apart

I was up in my feelin's, contemplatin' in the dark

I told you it's no good for you, I think you should've took my advice

We got the sticks up in the playground, n*gga, you don't wanna fight

Mad at me, uh, I don't know why they be mad at me, uh

Shoot at his body, anatomy, uh

I'm chargin', I feel like a battery, uh

We spin his block like a ballerina, n*gga

C-Call my 223 bad bitches, we gon' hit 'em up

Fake hoes, gotta let 'em go

Yeah, these fake n*ggas, they gon' do the most

They gon' try to test you, had to keep a pole

Stayin' ten toes, I be in my soul

I'm okay, I didn't get no sleep tonight, but I will be okay

Tony Tiger to these n*ggas, you know that I'm feelin' great

Sittin' by my own, baby, ever since you left, yeah, my home is not a home

No-no, I can't take you back 'cause you know you did me wrong

Had to put you on the blacklist, you will not leave me lone

Nines, glicks, VETEMENTS (Put it out, put it out)

Pull up on the n*gga, gon' make me shoot it at that n*gga

I put the fire on his ass, wait, Louis Vuitton my bag

She for the street but she got ass, she my lil' freak but she got class

She act like she don't remember, baby, that's a million k

How can I say I love her? I cannot be that ho's savior

Yeah-ah-ah, yeah-ah-ah

I might regret the day I gave you my heart, yeah