Vacations - Live

Why he keep the pump with him like he work at the Texaco?
Don't care if I miss her I gotta too much pride to text the hoe
I gotta couple millions mama told me I was next to blow
Take one of mine bitch the check the score you play you might be next to go
Had a dream that they gone kill me now I sleep with my shit loaded
Only problems that I have is Patek, Breitling, or the Rollie
I want money hoe you focused? Know my spread like guacamole
Whip the lamb just like a slave bro nem said drive it like it's stolen

They like Eli he a bitch and he ain't on shit he think he famous
Armed and dangerous consequence for what he said is we gone stain em
Shooter gangsters everybody round me clutching on a banger
Diamonds blanging we ain't tucking shit boy all my chains is hanging
Tennis lessons only thing I learned pick up them racks
Call me trash but he posting me like what do you call that
Master splinter I might chase the cheese but I won't ever rat
Shawty say I need switch the color every fit I got is black
Better hide you hoe when he round say Eli tryna beat her
I be quiet be my blunt prolly hit louder than your speakers
I got two hoes with me now they go both ways I call 'em either
I don't care how bad she is I'll beat my meat before I need her
Got four hoes in a two seater
My last hoe put me on cheaters
He dissing now quiet when we see him
Ten hit his back he think he cheetah
What a feeling to be rich
And I'm not feeling ya bitch
Fucked a emo bitch then her dirt she sad mad slit her wrist
She been naked for a week swear I ain't seen this bitch pajamas
And my nine be throwing bullets some like Bryce young out in Bama
Her man mad my message pinned oh that's cool I'm finna slam her
I might high step to the bank boy I feel like Dion Sanders
Know I'm on different level I don't compete with them
This the girl he love she give me brain than she go sleep with him
They don't text you back but they be begging me to link with them
Told her drive the boat and later on I'll prolly leave with them
Switchy won't come off they on yo ass boy go high speed with them
Know that v6 ain't touching shit nigga we leaving them
I know all them niggas riding dick and I been peeping them
Now his ass skipping states lol bro want a piece of him

Why he keep the pump with him like he work at the Texaco?
Don't care if I miss her I gotta too much pride to text the hoe
I gotta couple millions mama told me I was next to blow
Take one of mine bitch the check the score you play you might be next to go
Had a dream that they gone kill me now I sleep with my shit loaded
Only problems that I have is Patek, Breitling, or the Rollie
I want money hoe you focused? Know my spread like guacamole
Whip the lamb just like a slave bro nem said drive it like it's stolen



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Writer(s): Elijah Collins
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