VX

Come on

Liquid Gold

Bet, let me hear somethin

Me and Bro move these streets
Talk stupid, get hit with a ruler
Neva left the clip in the backseat
Top G and you know he a shooter
Stuff bundles up in the mattress
She suck me then skate on a Uber
I ain't posting to keep up a status
Yeah yeah yeah
Shoot with my lefty the cops get me
Godfather, I'm moving the oxy
I know that I'm toxic, I got options
But I still fuck with Kylie
Turn to a bully
All headshots we paint out your hoodie
Really it's lovely but I ain't Bille
We move with a couple of Killies
Ain't no beefin' in my comment section
Fuck it, we just might roll him in the pack
Do him like biggie we slide in the V
No face we jus slide with a Ski
One out the gate
Totin' the pole when sellin' these eighths
Balling, no Roddy
Last quarter, I'm Tracey Mcgrady
Crash the Mercedes
Me and Bro What
Me and Bro, Armed and Dangerous
Dying to be my in circle
Can't have a fuck nigga in my radius
En la bodega, and all of the Ocks know the block is a gun range
We duckin these potholes, Detox from a thot hoe
My eyes scream pain
In my bag, put a sixth in a deuce
Jump out the Spitter that's six to your biscuit
Pass me the stick niggas know that I'm clutch
On my dead, you ain't bend that block like me
You ain't send shots like me
Fuck is talking about
Dior store and you know how we walking out, yeah yeah yeah
Slide in the V huh
With my ski
With my
Got my tool, Brrit
Shoot from three
I'm outside with cats and th
Why you always gotta play me
I'm outside with cats and the crackheads
God damn, that bitch give me bad head
I had to scrap up every dollar she gon' fuck and swallow
I cannot trust me a hoe, neva
How face a ten, pussy a three
What's your name bitch, I don't even know
Lame bitches don't got throat
Lame niggas don't got dough
Face shot, bury that nigga with a covid mask
Hit once then I really be over that
Hit twice then I really get bored of that
Run like a quarterback
Don't run, Don't trip
Whole lotta
Whole lotta Meds
Whole lotta
Whole lotta Meds
She is not my wife; that hoe is just a leg
Pillow-talking nigga yeah you must be fed
Pushing P up in my city, give me cred
Come and see me face to face
Touch base, you the type to make me catch a fuckin case
With the Internet, you can text me and keep me up to date
They put cuffs on me, I'm lucky to be here and free today
Shawty tote the cognac and pistol in her handbag
I can't take you with me to the top this shit ain't piggyback
Bullets hit his auto-deploying out all his airbags
Conversatin' with a model bitch like where her head at
Bitch, you stupid

You know I love you Astro

Niggas know what tf going on
Astro Nova
Let's get it, Let's go
Beam
Beam
Beam
Beam



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Writer(s): Alan Payero
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