Intro

I spent a lot of time
Asking for a sign
Looking up to heaven when I should be on the grind

Asking God why
Man i had to try
Kneeling down in church asking if i shoulda died

I ain't heard none
So i bought a gun
If he walks among us then he better run

I was feeling down
Now I know now
Tryna find a savior, can't be found

Motherfuckers need to stop testing the Queen
Y'all get too invested in every little thing
Maybe yall forgot who be running everything
You bitches need to kneel down and kiss the ring

Why she gained weight? Why the music late?
Why is you ignoring me, we went on a date?
Bitch it's too late, I got me a bae
And I know it took a while, but enjoy the new tape

Where did everybody go from 2023?
I don't know nobody no more, who is he?
Who is she? Who are they? Who is it? Where is J?
Where is Kay? Where is Dae? Where is Rae? Didn't stay, ain't the same
No way, Jose
Okay
Who say? who say? who say? ay

Fuck you bitch, I don't know you
Die in a ditch, you and your crew
This Bushwick, welcome out to Brooklyn
I know that I'm pretty motherfucker stop looking

I'm a psychopath masquerading as a bitch
Tranny who can rap, yeah I found my little niche
If i were alive in 1805 I'd probably take a dive in the water with a brick

Victoria/Violet went hard
This one gon make a star
This shit gon play in the bars
This shit gon play in your car
Imma go play in the yard

I'mma go play for the Mets
Swinging it like Mookie Betts
No i don't take no requests
Bitch you gon take what you get
And I know that make you wet, bitch

Matter of fact, i don't care about no accolades
I don't need nobody telling me about the shit i make
Long as I can prove to myself I'm legit
I could have ten fans still i did it my way

Yeah there are girls in the scene doing better
And I'm happy for em girls I ain't fucking bitter
Tailz is the goat, Lua is the goat
I have never thought, "Vicki you just gotta dead her"

Shout to all them bitches out there making waves
Shout to Um Jennifer i got em bitches saved
Shout to Crush Fund cause them bitches getting paid
And shout to Faggot band, cause them bitches getting laid

Shout to Vicki V cause I do it on my own
Ain't nobody giving me a trust or a loan
I don't need a studio i do it at my home
I got better songs on the storage of my phone

Vicki just slow down a bit
You're barely two minutes in
How many tracks are legit?
How many them gon be hits?
How many words in this shit?

Man i just don't fucking know
I wrote this track in my notes
And I got 200 more
They're ready to go
If you ready to go
Then I'm ready to go, bitch

This tape got everything these bitches like
Plenty of sex and violence in sight
Some introspection, vocal inflection, most diverse album I made in my life

Know that you hoes like the punk shit
But it give me some compunction
My heart's in rapping on beats that'll have you all shaking your ass at the function

Vicki how long are you making this track?
We wanna hear all the rest of the pack
We think long tracks are real fucking wack
Attention span, that shit what we lack

Maybe I can throw it down like my name Drizzy
Boy makes his intros last 30 minutes
I'll let you bitches know when this shit finished
Throw in a beat switch, push the damn limit

Falling into old habits
Draco in my Gucci jacket
These hoes will not catch me lacking
I don't want to catch no static

Alcoholic coke addict
Cutie with her body tatted
Pulled up in my black matted
Fuck her then I sent her packing

Bitch you know i been a boss
I might pick up Karlie Kloss
Make it 3 with Kate Moss
Make em take em socks off

Flying to Los Angeles
Just for dinner fuck the cost
Double Double extra sauce
Eat it on a fucking yacht

Aiming for my head and you better not miss ho
Imma hit your grave when you gone, rest in piss ho
Comforting your bitch so you won't be missed ho
Get her pussy so greased, call her ass Crisco

I'm the fucking GOAT, all you bitches taking L's
I ran into trouble keeping merch on the shelf
Heard your last album had trouble making sales
That's the kinda thing I woulda kept to myself!

Fuck all of the talk
Vicki V stay on top
I be running through these bitches like I'm running from the cops
And I'll never fucking stop
Till I'm running out the clock
And you bitches think it's sweet but it's really fucking not

If you not a fan yet it's time to get cracking
I been putting in the work while you bitches fucking slacking
I got 5 EPs, 3 albums, a deluxe
2K streams while you bitches getting lunch

Word on road is Vicki stay on top
Out in Brooklyn, in Manhattan, up in Queens, in the Bronx
How many bitches did I run through? a lot
I'm the girl your tops call when they need cock

Get off my dick, see I carry a blick
Automatic clips, so it just don't quit
And Ill rock your shit while I rock your shit
And I'll top your bitch on a rocketship

She got good brain, so i got your bitch on a scholarship rollin dollars bitch
On my Vader shit I'm your father bitch
And I'm saving bitch, fuck a prada bitch

Go Dodgers bitch, fuck a yankee ho
Trump won so we need saving ho
Everything round us caving ho
I'm a tranny but I'm gonna make it though

Kamala fucked up now we gotta look out
Ain't nobody coming to our side they be checked out
CL saying they full they be booked out
When we get our freedom no one at our cookout

If you not a fan yet it's time to get cracking
I been putting in the work while you bitches fucking slacking
I got 5 EPs, 3 albums, a deluxe
2K streams while you bitches getting lunch