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I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four

Of these pussy bitches wishin'

That my body hit the floor

I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four

yeah I see you motherfuckers

That be praying on my fall

I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight

At any stupid motherfucker

Poppin off, Tryna hate

I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight

Vlad destroy your favorite rapper

Man it ain't no debate

Blowing up in entertainment is my destiny

Makin music ain't nothing

When you blessed like me

So come on motherfuckers quit testin' me

I'll leave ya layin with a stone sayin' Rest In Piece

Cuz you know Murda just a side quest to me

Maybe that's why labels don't invest in me

Even though they know Vlad got the recipe

Cookin up hot beats like it's my specialty

You want problems bitch pop off

My homie blow yo top off

We rollin' wit' a sawed-off

He'll pull it then POP POP

You fuckin wit da top dawg

Vlad's the one you don't cross

You'll get jumped no Kriss Kross

You want the smoke, you'll get Smaug

The dragon kill yo whole squad

Ya mom ya pops ya poor dog

They 'bouta meat with Charon

So i'ts best that you move on

And stick to makin' pop songs

Just leave this rap to me ya'll

You want no smoke so fuck off

I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four

Of these pussy bitches wishin'

That my body hit the floor

I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four

yeah I see you motherfuckers

That be praying on my fall

I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight

At any stupid motherfucker

Poppin off, Tryna hate

I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight

Vlad destroy your favorite rapper

Man it ain't no debate

V L A D

You want no beef

My flow is so melodic

You fools wish you could cop it

You fuckers can not stop it

Yo buzz is microscopic, uh

Vlad Go crazy when I step up in the booth

I spit this so vicious, man I think I lost a tooth

I'll have yo crew watching and picking up every move, oo

Then I pick yo bitch up and runnin' off with yo boo

You wankstas think I'm bluffin' but there's nothing you can do, uh

You fuckin with the vision, there's no way that I can lose

You finna run up on me?

Then homie you betta shoot

Cuz if you pull that on me

My furies with come for you

I'll knock you out yo shoes

Then run off with yo jewels

Wanna take my money

Then homie you betta sue

Cuz if you catch me in the streets

You'll see I'm a G

Reppin that Vamp Gang

Until I D I E

I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four

Of these pussy bitches wishin'

That my body hit the floor

I count one bitch two bitch three bitch four

yeah I see you motherfuckers

That be praying on my fall

I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight

At any stupid motherfucker

Poppin off, Tryna hate

I'll bust five clips six clips seven clips eight

Vlad destroy your favorite rapper

Man it ain't no debate