Vamp Fangs
Coupe, the color okra
Aye, vamp fangs, Lil Shannon Bram Stoker
Why the fuck I get so high at 9 AM? I had to slow up
And I'm a smoker, so I might have to smoke ya
Coupe, the color okra
Aye, vamp fangs, Lil Shannon Bram Stoker
Why the fuck I get so high at 9 AM? I had to slow up
And I'm a smoker, so I might have to smoke ya
Camo, baby, I just did 2 tours in some Black Cat 4's
Tell that pussy get off the court
Shit, you barely want some smoke like some Newport shorts
Screamin', "Fuck 12," I be shootin' at the force
And this Glock, it like to fuck
It won an AVN award, it like to fuck
Lil Nina is a whore? Yeah, of course
Might just do some merch and make a million off the shorts
Do the life insurance scam and make a million off your corpse
Bitch I'm rockin' CPU, took his hoe and left him blue
"Oh you freaky now?" Yeah, that's what the money do
You rollin' doo doo, I'm rollin' up the goofy goo
My life a movie, bitch, your life be like the Looney Tunes
I'm chiefin' Gucci pack, where the fuck Big Gucci at?
Forever paid? Nah, hoe, you just forever sad
You on some Le'Veon Bell, just be jet lagged
FaceTimes be expensive, check the Vivienne tag
(Let's go, yeah, let's go!)
Big Goyard in this bitch
I ain't hearin' shit fuck goin' on
(Fuck 'em up, Dior)
Aye, vamp fangs, Lil Shannon Bram Stoker
Why the fuck I get so high at 9 AM? I had to slow up
And I'm a smoker, so I might have to smoke ya
Coupe, the color okra
Aye, vamp fangs, Lil Shannon Bram Stoker
Why the fuck I get so high at 9 AM? I had to slow up
And I'm a smoker, so I might have to smoke ya
Camo, baby, I just did 2 tours in some Black Cat 4's
Tell that pussy get off the court
Shit, you barely want some smoke like some Newport shorts
Screamin', "Fuck 12," I be shootin' at the force
And this Glock, it like to fuck
It won an AVN award, it like to fuck
Lil Nina is a whore? Yeah, of course
Might just do some merch and make a million off the shorts
Do the life insurance scam and make a million off your corpse
Bitch I'm rockin' CPU, took his hoe and left him blue
"Oh you freaky now?" Yeah, that's what the money do
You rollin' doo doo, I'm rollin' up the goofy goo
My life a movie, bitch, your life be like the Looney Tunes
I'm chiefin' Gucci pack, where the fuck Big Gucci at?
Forever paid? Nah, hoe, you just forever sad
You on some Le'Veon Bell, just be jet lagged
FaceTimes be expensive, check the Vivienne tag
(Let's go, yeah, let's go!)
Big Goyard in this bitch
I ain't hearin' shit fuck goin' on
(Fuck 'em up, Dior)
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Writer(s): Bby Goyard
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