Villians (feat. C4)

A villain in this bitch fuck around and slaughter all of y'all
We rich as hell probably got more money than your momma dog
PPF we just flex and ball until we fall
Stacking checks scamming niggas grandma's need them catalogs
Tell them pussies then can get hit up like I'm 2Pac
Ian worried bitch cause I know I got my crew locked
Niggas try and test drop then down into the gulag
Pouring half a liter bitch I'm sipping on some blue wock
Okay here I go going back and fourth until I can't no more
Pretty hoe look her in the face and grab her by the throat
Who want smoke tell them pussy niggas they can bring it on
She call my phone asking where I'm at I tell her on the road
Skirting off 150 do the dash the type of time I'm on
Lot of cars in this bitch got it looking like an auto show
Bossed up CB to the T you know the motto hoe
Bossed up CB to the T you know the motto hoe
Staying fresh as hell with the gang look how we popping out
Dumb hoe was trying to take a picture while I'm knocked out
Bitch niggas acting like some hoes they so fanned out
If you hating middle fingers up cause we hot now

Chilling like a villain getting money like I'm on a mission
I drunk to pints of lean now my vision acting different
Why these niggas hating like I wouldn't fuck they sister
Don't get no sleep so I don't remember
Monclear coat for the cold December
CBT can't be touched I'm prodigy so just remember
Only be out with them members I'm a king Chris webber
I'm C4 don't know no better stack my cheese and get this cheddar
Fuck that bitch she want me to write her a letter
Only thing my niggas rap is pressure
My ice might get you sick but my fits might give you a fever
She ain't like my songs told Tae just leave her
When we up she wanna say baby like Bieber
C4 C4 C4 C4 crowd chanting like I'm Bieber
C4 C4 C4 C4

Niggas mugging like they thugging they don't got it in them
Pockets stuffed wait reroute to the bank so they don't squash my denim
They weren't there for me I'm not gone be don't got a hand to lend them
They took risks in me that's why the guys know I'm invested in them
Crowd chanting for the gang we done turned into the villains
I know why she mad I took my phone this bitch acting suspicious
Fuck them niggas we don't get along they I'm burning bridges
I don't worry bout it feeling like I'm thug counting these digits
Niggas acting like they bitch so we ain't worried bout them liking us
They used to try to fit in so I know they favorite type is us
Don't care she got a man know what I'm on until the night is up
Inhaling all the smoke around no wonder why it pipe us up
I can't lie it hurt my soul I found the reason that he did
It's alright I'm not the type but damn why she moving different
She know lay back on her back and look pretty until I'm finished
I can't do right it don't be feeling right guess I'm the villain



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Writer(s): Avantae Leflore
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