Vatican

Yeah
Look
My money coming I'm adamant
Your money funny you mad at it
He really run with them savages
So they treat my city like Vatican
Why do I feel like I'm back home when I be in Dallas like Maverick
I'm everywhere like a sat phone I just be talking about average shit
Kato he still on that dumb shit
I'm talking that pull up and dump shit
He moving militant
Yeah
He got the one with the snub on it
We be in public she rub on it
Word to my plug throw a dub on it
I like my bass with a sub on it
We in the club with them drugs on me

We gon'
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah

Yeah
I'm tryna kill my competitors
Can't name a nigga that's better than
They told me don't get ahead of yourself
Bitch I'm on tour like a veteran
I cannot sleep without medicine
My baby hate when I medicate
They told me nothing was definite
But you don't get paid when you hesitate
Blowing exotic I'm out of my mind
These niggas hate when I celebrate
I gotta cut it you play with my time
I take a hit and I elevate
They told me nothing was definite
Ain't fucking with me like I'm celibate
I feel like Tory benevolent
I feel like Vatican heaven sent
Yeah

Yeah
We gon'
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah
We gon'
Yeah



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Writer(s): Isaiah Bragg
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