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, -, I want some Juice)

I don't have no rapper friends, I hang wit' the vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
Big ol' -, 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 10 bricks into 12, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some - in a Ghost, then I ghost her

Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out wit' her, I pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, -, it's a "No, sir"
Hardest - on Earth, I'm not really from Earth

We don't dial 911, 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 -? Girl, don't hurt me (this Chicago, -)

Three gang leaders with me all times
I don't know who I - last night, I got Alzheimer's
I don't know who them - is, man, they all lyin'
Brody, tell me who them - is, man, they all fine

Huntin' hooligans, and we with the foolishness
How I'm anti-Semitic? I just -
I just - Scooter's - and we ran her like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it? My - puttin' belt to -, 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
-ck it, I scratched another - 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 -, "No, I don't wanna -"

California - with some European freaks
Bad- - from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna -ck 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, tradin' 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 - so differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we birth YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my -, James Koo

My -, that's D.R.U.G.$, she snortin' that P out the D
She want me to put some of - in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the - 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'd done rather be f- it up, still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"
- 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, ooh

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