vtmnts Lyrics

Its a rick Owen coat not vetement

You smelling that baccarat

This is not saint Laurent

Smelling like wealth like a president

I'm in a all black suburban and all black tints

All black turban im blowing this shit

I feel like i Osama i put it on my momma

I hate all this drama im blowing this shit

Make sure he dead

Lead hit his head

Red all over his bed

Head shot fucking head shot took his fucking head

All i see is numbers counting cash

Count this fucking bread

All i know is smoking gas

Take his cash killing shit

I'm calling iso on all of you bitches that say shit behind the screens say it to my face

Glock tuck big Tee shirt on my hip i put on my momma that shit gonna spray

He got no religion but the ARP Glock 42 started making him pray

Come fuck around and find out bitch i guarantee you gonna have a long ass day

Protect ya neck from this tec call me wu tang

Counting my money bitch calling me bruce wayne

I am the chosen one call me liu kang

LOOSE CHANGE

You be counting up pennies watching blue ray

Fantasizing bout money in a blue stang

He complaining like a bitch he got mood swangs

(ong im talking bullshit this shit is so funny im not even trying)

Its a rick Owen coat not vetement

You smelling that baccarat

This is not saint Laurent

Smelling like wealth like a president

I'm in a all black suburban and all black tints

All black turban im blowing this shit

I feel like i osama i put it on my momma

i hate all this drama im blowing this shit

Make sure he dead

Lead hit his head

Red all over his bed

Head shot fucking head shot took his fucking head

All i see is numbers counting cash

Count this fucking bread

All i know is smoking gas

Take his cash killing shit