Rated R Vamp
(Triple six)
Rated R, vampire, batgang (Yaow)
Pushed up in the Ville, we got H-Ks (Yaow)
Vam-pire money, vam-pire K (Yaow)
Insane, these bitches get drained (Yaow)
These niggas gettin' stained, you niggas so afraid (Yaow)
Ask no pain, these bitches obey
These bitches disobey, put her into love's game (Yaow)
Toss tays, hood-bound, since he's lame (Yaow, yaow)
Rated R, fucking vamp (yaow, yaow)
Who the fuck I'm taking down? (yaow, go, yaow)
Bitch, you just start duckin', found out (Go)
Bitches just start duckin' down, good
Ee-yeah, eedee-yeah, get (Fwow)
[?] cookin' mine (Fwow)
Batgang, these niggas DK (Fwow, fwow)
Rated R Vamp gang
Niggas shout out my own reaches
Vampirisim, wanna be us
Sigils reaching through your speakers
Niggas really is my sons, playin' let's follow the leader
Fetti saying they don't like me, nigga, I don't like you either
Nigga, I'm back up on the run and I'm trappin' in my beater
Usually hustlin' time in town, fuckers fat, Griffin, Peter
Niggas never been on shit, lil' bro just a tweeter
I don't play no fuckin' games, I-I never deleted
And you bitch choosing me since she fuck with my demeiner
And my color all white, cocaine in my sneaker
I don't know you with that strap, my unravelled heart beater
[?] one at a time, like n*gga you a cheater
If I call up on y'all boy, I know boy got defeated
Rated R, vampire, batgang (Yaow)
Pushed up in the Ville, we got H-Ks (Yaow)
Vam-pire money, vam-pire K (Yaow)
Insane, these bitches get drained (Yaow)
These niggas gettin' stained, you niggas so afraid (Yaow)
Ask no pain, these bitches obey
These bitches disobey, put her into love's game (Yaow)
Toss tays, hood-bound, since he's lame (Yaow, yaow)
Rated R, fucking vamp (yaow, yaow)
Who the fuck I'm taking down? (yaow, go, yaow)
Bitch, you just start duckin', found out (Go)
Bitches just start duckin' down, good
Ee-yeah, eedee-yeah, get (Fwow)
[?] cookin' mine (Fwow)
Batgang, these niggas DK (Fwow, fwow)
Rated R Vamp gang
Niggas shout out my own reaches
Vampirisim, wanna be us
Sigils reaching through your speakers
Niggas really is my sons, playin' let's follow the leader
Fetti saying they don't like me, nigga, I don't like you either
Nigga, I'm back up on the run and I'm trappin' in my beater
Usually hustlin' time in town, fuckers fat, Griffin, Peter
Niggas never been on shit, lil' bro just a tweeter
I don't play no fuckin' games, I-I never deleted
And you bitch choosing me since she fuck with my demeiner
And my color all white, cocaine in my sneaker
I don't know you with that strap, my unravelled heart beater
[?] one at a time, like n*gga you a cheater
If I call up on y'all boy, I know boy got defeated
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