VULTURES (Havoc Version) [Bonus Track]
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All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
I don't have no rapper friends
I hang with the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit your whip and flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy
Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane
You gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve
Them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later
I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah-yeah, outta here
Your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga
It's a "No, sir"
Hottest nigga on Earth
I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1
I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What, you gon' charge that old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me
Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all your insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave
I don't care who she fuck
Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell
She got on Yeezy UGGS
I got moes with me, Bump out the feds mean I got fours with me
You got goofies with you
Before I do that, I keep some hoes with me
Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali'
Nigga, this your city
Why you DM'in' my bitch actin' like we fuck? These hoes below-semi
Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari
Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari
Never tell her "Sorry", this car a Ferrari
Off set with this Cuban link
You think she was Cardi
(This Chicago, nigga, go)
Three gang leaders with me
All times
I don't know who I fucked last night
I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is
Man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is
Man, they all fine
Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic?
I just fucked a Jewish bitch
I just fucked Scooter's bitch and we ran up like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome
So whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass
Pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine
But we came in with the trenches
She askin' me to aim for her neck
Cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious
With the trenches
Fuck it
I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches
I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas
(with the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back
That was my best friend
Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big
I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pimp flow
Tell a ho "No, I don't wanna fuck"
She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me
Even though I got security
Even though she got a man
She know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard
That's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony
9th Ave
Spaced out
We beat that shit so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Cool
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.S
She snottin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just saw my ex, and she told me that "You changed"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Lotta them rappers be fuckin' it up
Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
Fuck the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out
She'd rather do drugs
Can't be my main if we met in the club
Give me somethin', bitch
I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin', game to light that
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