VVs

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas, niggas get the hating, uh, uh, uh, niggas get the Hating So I get to showing my vvs
Niggas get to hating yeah yeah yeah yeah
Niggas get to hating, so i get to showing my vvs
My shit rose gold, big boy shit Lambo, me plesase
We at Johnny Dang solid gold when I Kodak my teeth
She want all the fame, red carpet, she poppin' it with P

And we at Steak Forty-Eight she aint never ate here
Say I'm different, I got her in Designer
She took her first step, say it feel different
She said, Poppi, why you trippin', why you actin' different

With me, You not just anybody, I take down anybody
Fuckin' with me, Gelato Thirty-Three, cost twenty-three
Bae, can you roll up? I know you wanna Perc
But this a thirty, gone make you throw up

Baby, why you trippin', got you grabbin' on my jeans
I ain't got no style, I'm rockin' No Style, these bitches three geez
Call up my Teetee, my Roxy bottle on empty
Pull up at the Shell, that's a Tre up inna Simply

Hit da corner on Yale, I just hit a quick three-fifty
Baby girl don't tell, if you see me in a Bentley
Niggas packing guns, I swear to God, they ain't got no ops
Pull up with a robot, that bitch got like four stocks

Hit a button, that bitch jump twice, wet up, yo, whole block
Niggas hate, ain't getting money, you niggas so ops
Niggas get to hate, so I get to showing my vvs
My shit rose gold, Big Boy shit Lambo, me please

We at Johnny Dang, solid gold when i Kodak my teeth
She want all the fame, red carpet, she poppin' it with
P, and we at Steak Forty-Eight, and she ain't never ate here
Say I'm different, I got her in designer

She took the first step, say it feel different
She said, Poppi why you trippin', why you actin
Different with me,you not just anybody
I take down anybody, fuck everybody mean

Vvs all flawless, on me
Four Cuban links, hittn' back to back, she already know
This camera sellin' Ps, Four Nickel sitting on the side of his head
I like you, you're wearin' some Dre beats,Carti on my face

Carti on my wrist, big links, say, Don V, she like
Don Veto, why you pour a foe,cause he took a piece of a pink
She want Benihana, took her to Wendy's for a four-piece
White T-ski mask, hop in the back, we got a lick on the east

Pull off inna SRT, big dracs, and put them on the T
Niggas get the hating, so I get the showing my vvs
My shit rose gold, Big Boy shit Lambo me please
We at Johnny Dang, solid gold when I Kodak my teeth

She my all of fame, red carpet, she poppin' it
With P, we at Steak Forty-Eight, she ain't never ate it
Say I'm different, I got her in designer
She took the first step, say it feel different

She said, Poppi, why you trippin' why you actin' different
With me,You not just anybody, I take down anybody
Fucking wit me



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Writer(s): Quintin Smith
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