Woah Vicky

Woah
It's rich Paris, big water pussy
Grrrttt
Every dolla I made was lava nigga
My name ring bells
Been global grrrrtttttt
Pussy

All a bitch know is get it
I got that woah like I'm Vicky
She wanna strictly, lick me, tip me
That shit be getting addictive
Dis be dat sticky, icky, blicky
That shit ain't leaving no witness
I got dat Whitney, Britney
4 an a pickney, all on the digits
Woah

Woke up today, blew 100k
Like it was a joke
If she wanna play, I call up a play
And then get her ghost
Don't fuck with no opp bitch
Let my glock fit in her throat
Cut keys like a locksmith
And the joke is it ain't, coke

All black ghost and your shit stay rented
Broke girls talking, like shit I don't get it
Need a new glock where the clip can't fit in
Bitches so dead to me way I'm living
Use to play game boy, now I'm in it
Twenty
Twenty one
Twenty one
That shit be thirty-one once I split it
Woah

Woke up today, blew 100k
Like it was a joke
If she wanna play, I call up a play
And then get her ghost
Don't fuck with no opp bitch
Let my glock fit in her throat
Cut keys like a locksmith
And the joke is it ain't, coke

Member days, had to sleep out at nights
Met trap, fell in love with the life
Nip nine by four, give it five days
Times nine by four
Like fuck it I did that
Work on the plane, fuck it I did that
Daddy said, put it up there I did that
Finessed plenty niggas, fuck it I did that
Shots out da Porsche, fuck it I did that
Woo
I was never really into the hype
Didn't have to buy me nothing
I had rich niggas fuck up they life
Tryna get with a bag like me
Who mad they mad, I'm in my bag
They never had a bag like me
Like fuck it did that
Bitch

Woke up today, blew 100k
Like it was a joke
If she wanna play, I call up a play
And then get her ghost
Don't fuck with no opp bitch
Let my glock fit in her throat
Cut keys like a locksmith
And the joke is it ain't, coke



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Writer(s): Jonathon Pitman, Pietre Cleghorn
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