VVV

作词 : Noah Carter

作曲 : Andrea De Bernardi/Jordan Terrell Carter/Mikael Daghighi/Noah Oliver Smith

Racks, I got racks (Yeah)

Money in my pants make me sag (Yeah)

My b***h on my dick, she got me mad (Yeah)

I pull Glock 9s and I blast (Blatt, blatt, hol' up)

I got Black Flag on my ass, hol' up (Black Flag)

Shawty wanna **** on Carti 'cause he got cash (He got cash)

I got Chrome Hearts (I got Chrome Heart)

I got die hards (I got die hard)

I got bad b*****s (I got bad), they in College Park (They in College)

I'm on the Southside (I'm on the South), I got a Glock 9 (I got a Glock 9)

And it's 29, blatt, blatt, hol' up (B***h, slatt, yeah)

**** your side, hold up (**** your side)

Nigga, we talking 'bout cash, young nigga got monеy

Nigga, we talking 'bout bags, keep popping bags now (Two bags, yeah)

I'm on the block with thе gats and I'm gon' tax now

I'm on the block with the Glock and I'm gon' wack now (Blatt, yeah)

AP watch, it's two-tone (Two, two, AP)

Gon' **** that b***h, riding home, yeah (**** that bih', riding home)

I'm on the block, I'm in the zone (I'm on the block, I'm in the zone)

Don't get me out my zone (Don't get me out my zone)

Get me out my zone (Bad b***h)

Bad b***h, yeah, she tryna get flown (Blah, check it out)

Bad b*****s tryna rock VLONE (Yeah, check it out)

Yeah, R.I.P. X, nigga

Tatted on my chest, nigga

Butterfly doors on the 'Vette, nigga

Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (Bah)

I can't **** with none of these lames, they a ****in' lie (Rah)

B***h, you know this get insane, you could ****in' die (Yeah, yeah)

I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (Yeah, woo, yeah)

I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, I'm serving Five Guys (Woo)

You don't got no racks, don't got no bags, you can't even **** with us, ah (Woo)

You ain't got your swag, you ain't got no bags, you can't even **** with us, ah (Yeah, broke)

They some haters, they ain't ****in' with the mob, ah (No)

B***h, you broke, that ain't with me, that's not my job (Nah)

All my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (Lil' jog)

Make him pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (Bah-bah-bah)

All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah (Ah)

How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a ****in' spy (Rah)

We got mob ties, baby got a felon (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

****in' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (Go)

B***h, I get the head, I get her melon

Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain

B***h, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling (Phew)

Ridin' in a double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling (Woo)

Ooh, yeah, hey (Hey), walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up (Woo)

We been up all day, I'm off Adderall (Okay)

I just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend (**** 'em)

****in' on your thot, ****in' on your friend (Huh, yeah, **** 'em)

I can't **** with nobody, that's not my best friend (Not my friend)

I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah

Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank

I can't **** with nobody, I'm sellin' stain (Stain)

I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane

Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (Bah)

I can't **** with none of these lames, they a ****in' lie (Rah)

These b*****s **** me 'cause they know I'm with Cudi (Buddy)

I'm smokin' dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi)

I ****ed your b***h and I might **** her buddy, hol' up (Buddy)

Racks, I got racks (Yeah)

Money in my pants make me sag (Yeah)

My b***h on my dick, she got me mad (Yeah)

I pull Glock 9s and I blast (Blatt, blatt, hol' up)