BELA LUGOSI Lyrics

Yeah, woah

Woah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Vampire, vampire

Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi

Bitch she gonna know who I am (she gon know who I am)

She sucking my dick, she don't even know me

Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who)

Big fucking sticks, we look like the army

Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go)

Can't even see me

You wanna meet me

Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah)

New German whip

New German bitch

I hit up Dave for a new Yurman wrist

I hit up Harry, put tints on my shit

Sprinkle some powder that shit like a brick (yea)

Choppers, sticks, uzis, dracos

Bitch we got motha fuckin' techs (yeah)

Yeah, my drip is too good for the MET (what)

Yeah, and I fuck that bitch get her wet

I'm like WET (wet)

WET, yeah (wet)

I fuck that bitch get her WET (ahhh)

Yeah

That bitch fell in love way too quickly, yeah

My money stay greener than texts (let's go)

He always be talking his shit, yeah

Ever since the day we met, yeah

But he got no money to flex, yeah

So I'm gonna tell that pussy boy

I be rocking sets, yeah

I be rocking sets

I might have to check that boy up

If he trying to press, yeah

I might have to check that boy up

Like it's fucking chess, yeah

Wanna know what's next?

Yeah, wanna know what's next?

Vampire, vampire

Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi

Bitch she gonna know who I am

She sucking my dick

She don't even know me

Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who)

Big fucking sticks we look like the army

Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go)

Can't even see me

You wanna meet me

Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah)

C-C-C-Coming alive, Doctor Frankenstein

Feeling like Colin Clive

My bitch and I sticking together, ride or die

Bitch we like Bonnie and Clyde

Watch how I blow your whole house on my mother fucking wrist

Just cause I like how it slide

I don't need rizz when I talk to your mother fucking bitch

I know that little bitch gonna slide

Choppers (choppers)

Dracos (dracos)

I-I got more sticks then the army, yeah

How many sticks I got on me, yeah

Purple my cup call it Barney, yeah

Purple my cup call it Grimace, yeah

Pussy and diamonds my wishlist, yeah (woah)

Why that boy mad cause he bitchless (he bitchless)

I got twelve bitches for Christmas (yeah)

She-she giving that pussy away, yeah

I call that bitch mother fucking Oprah, yeah

Maybe I should call her D'Oprah, yeah

The loud in her lungs always choke her, yeah

Speaking about mother fucking chokers, yeah

Vivienne Westwood my chain, yeah

Nee-need that bad bitch give me brain, yeah

Don't want your bitch she a lame

I go insane

I just saw a baddie

Told that bitch, oh you a fly girl

She said, who is that

I said, that bitch she my side girl

I just copped that brand new ghost

You trying to take a ride, girl?

I'm just trying to make you fucking mine

For the night, girl

Vampire, vampire

Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi

Bitch she gonna know who I am, yeah

She sucking my dick

She don't even know me

Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who)

Big fucking sticks we look like the army

Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go)

Can't even see me

You wanna meet me

Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah)

Vampire, vampire

Vampire, vampire, vampire

Vampire, vampire

Vampire, vampire, vampire

Vampire, vampire