Vulture

I got a couple flows
I got a couple shows
I got a couple hoes

She talk like she know this
Talk like you know, baby girl just hold this
Rolling, all this mango kush potent
Smoking, pill bottles but no Motrin
Sonic, with the way that I'm mashing
Passing, all these ns in fashion
Imagine, all the shit that we planning
Famish, ns watching my plate they
Damaged, with the hate that their taught
Turned savage
How the fuck do you think I managed?
When the tables turn back I'll vanish
Ns left me out dry like cactus
I'ma vulture baby straight savage
I'ma vulture baby straight random

She a vulture too
But that pussy came through
So i never noticed you

How can I be true to you
The pussy make ns delusional

I'm speaking the truth to you
Manipulation is the usual

How can I be true to you
The pussy make ns delusional

I'm speaking the truth to you
Manipulation is the usual

What it do bitch
How the Ruth Chris?
I never fucked with dinner dates
My father ain't shit
I had to learn that
On my own kid
Vulture baby always had a na heartless
Wore my heart less
This shirt sleeveless
Ima vulture baby
I didn't mean this
Where the cheese at
Gotta chase that
Ns tryna kill my hunger
With a mouse trap

Where the bounce at?
Who to fuck with?
I'm tryna ride with you
I hope my bike fit
The little na in the back with the Palace
Always like to do his dance with a challenge
Na I ain't tryna drink from the chalice
I gotta keep my dirt stains to stay grounded
In my left hand
A couple zips though
In my right hand
Ya lil bitch though

With both hands shots wetter than a free throw
Call Steve Nash tell him she don't deep throat
We got great gas higher than space though
Need a stage pass just to see up close
Where penny at? Tell him this a big joke
Clap both hands. Leave these ns exposed
Clap both hands. Leave these ns exposed
Edward and Alphonse let that metal go



Credits
Writer(s): Ishmaiyl Antoine
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