V.I.P
Pull up in a fucking cloud I just copped a nimbus
Yeah we getting fucking lit like a tree on Christmas
We might smoke a fucking pound run it like it's fitness
We might change the fucking world
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Got me smokin' on the loud till I hit the private
Catch me lifting off the ground like I am da pilot
H-town saucin' till we drown
We might change the climate
I've been losing to my mind
I may need confinement
I be reaching for the sky
But i walk horizons
Yeah the popo getting close I can hear the sirens
I got only one advice change up the devices
Yeah my music be so live
Take your ear like Tyson
Yeah I'm howling at the moon but I'm free like bison
Ama get a mill a second
Fuck I need a hyphen?
Got em females cuttin up
And my niggas dicin'
I 'ont worry 'bout how far I just get to climbin
Yeah I know I'm heaven sent
Heaven sent a titan
How you beefing so damn hard and you get to typing
If you need a beatin' heart you can sacrifice me
I've been livin' with these scars hope you feel my writin'
Pull up in a fucking cloud I just copped a nimbus
Yeah we getting fucking lit like a tree on Christmas
We might smoke a fucking pound run it like it's fitness
We might change the fucking world
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
I'm an alpha you's a beta
You's a fucking hater
And your homie acting hard
Ama see em later
Why you smoking everyday
I'm a medicator
When I beat the pussy up
Ama terminator
I'm so hungry but I'm regal
I may need to cater
You wuz flexin' with your thot
Bitch I fucking made er
When I'm snacking on your bitch
You's a fucking waiter
When I'm smacking on her ass
I'm da perpetrator
If I'm smoking on the gas
Thats called aviator
Yeah we started in the south
This my new equator
Ain't no beefing I just ball
Haters insta-gators
Yeah I grew up in Victoria grew up with the gators
Yeah I grew up in Victoria grew up with the haters
Pull up in a fucking cloud I just copped a nimbus
Yeah we getting fucking lit like a tree on Christmas
We might smoke a fucking pound run it like it's fitness
We might change the fucking world
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah we getting fucking lit like a tree on Christmas
We might smoke a fucking pound run it like it's fitness
We might change the fucking world
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Got me smokin' on the loud till I hit the private
Catch me lifting off the ground like I am da pilot
H-town saucin' till we drown
We might change the climate
I've been losing to my mind
I may need confinement
I be reaching for the sky
But i walk horizons
Yeah the popo getting close I can hear the sirens
I got only one advice change up the devices
Yeah my music be so live
Take your ear like Tyson
Yeah I'm howling at the moon but I'm free like bison
Ama get a mill a second
Fuck I need a hyphen?
Got em females cuttin up
And my niggas dicin'
I 'ont worry 'bout how far I just get to climbin
Yeah I know I'm heaven sent
Heaven sent a titan
How you beefing so damn hard and you get to typing
If you need a beatin' heart you can sacrifice me
I've been livin' with these scars hope you feel my writin'
Pull up in a fucking cloud I just copped a nimbus
Yeah we getting fucking lit like a tree on Christmas
We might smoke a fucking pound run it like it's fitness
We might change the fucking world
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
I'm an alpha you's a beta
You's a fucking hater
And your homie acting hard
Ama see em later
Why you smoking everyday
I'm a medicator
When I beat the pussy up
Ama terminator
I'm so hungry but I'm regal
I may need to cater
You wuz flexin' with your thot
Bitch I fucking made er
When I'm snacking on your bitch
You's a fucking waiter
When I'm smacking on her ass
I'm da perpetrator
If I'm smoking on the gas
Thats called aviator
Yeah we started in the south
This my new equator
Ain't no beefing I just ball
Haters insta-gators
Yeah I grew up in Victoria grew up with the gators
Yeah I grew up in Victoria grew up with the haters
Pull up in a fucking cloud I just copped a nimbus
Yeah we getting fucking lit like a tree on Christmas
We might smoke a fucking pound run it like it's fitness
We might change the fucking world
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Yeah you know the business
Credits
Writer(s): Shenier Garzon
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