VULTURES (feat. Bump J)

All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)
(I want some juice)

I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit your whip and flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her

Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hardest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What you gon' charge that old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me

Three gang leaders with me, all times
I don't know who I fucked last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine
Runnin' hooligan, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just fucked a Jewish bitch

I just fucked Scooter's bitch and we ran up like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches
This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions
This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches

She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace (with the trenches)
Precious (with the trenches)
Fuck it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist (with the trenches)
I've been livin' reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas (with the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend

Chordz, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Skinny pants flow, tell the hoe "No, I don't wanna fuck"
She can suck-suck-suck it, 'til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-E-East wanna lick on me

Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back, trading in my Urus for the Puro' keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave., spaced out
We did that shit so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we birth YG
Fades in the backyard, no talking, take flight instantly

Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Koo
My nigga, that's D.R.U.G.$
She snortin' that P out that D
She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just like my exes, she told me that "You changed," yeah, yeah, yeah

Dolla done rather be fuckin' it up
Still screamin' "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
Fuck the police, the DA and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs
Can't be my main if we met in the club

Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, hoe, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin' game to light that
Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs
Look it here, hoe, I don't wanna fuck
Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I'm shootin' game to light that-

Game to light that
Game to light that
Game to light that, game to light that, game to light that