Vinicius Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(L-L-Look Rush Hour 8)

Yeah

Okay, okay, okay

Demon just got out the can (yeah)

I gave my bro an advance (yeah)

Love is just not in my plans

Not even takin' a chance

Studio right in my yard

I'm doin' ten in a week

How long I been on this streak?

Dream about work in my sleep (oof)

Okay, I got a lock on the streets

Shoutout to T, he did three

And he brought it in 'cause of me

You don't know nothin' 'bout me

Life for my bruddas is deep

Long as they all on they feet

Long as they pockets is greaze (greaze!)

I'm in the penthouse, but still nothin' is sweet (yeah)

Dust a man down with the pen, it's a sweep (mmm!)

Taller in person, you'll see when we meet

I heard your new shit and I'm kissin' my teeth

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Ahhhhh

I'm feelin' villainous

I couldn't afford them kicks

I had one pair, and I cleaned them rigorous

Squeeze in junior, I feel like Vinícius

Young Gs stupid, but, they ain't idiots

It's scary, trap insidious

How you expect us to know how to love? You know?

I can't teach no one how to hustle, some man just got it

Back then I got chased by feds, I ran out of breath and I wanted to vomit

I hit that freak, she put me in cuffs, it trigger my trauma, I tell her to stop it

She wanna know if I'm really ballin', that girl there wanna weigh my wallet

We ain't doin' irrational get backs, creep up clean when they least expect it

Hygiene's poor, look at the floor, there's insects crawlin', I could've got sepsis

Nasty, still try fuck on my step-sis (Huh)

Ran through 'nough of these famous girls, but I still got some on my checklist

Bare gunman on my guestlist

I took bro-bro out of the trenches

Jump out the Volvo, jump out the Lexus, active

He ain't got no preference, slapped it

But, when I retrospected, I could've been calm and collected

Avoided a problem and fleed the scene

Too vocal, don't need no beat

I go old-school like Evisu Jeans

Who's that with the cargos and Corteiz?

The back poke out and the waist petite

Got flown out all the way to Greece

She got great physique

2:00 a.m., I'm callin' Clint, like, "Yo, who's that girl in the vest?"

I'll send a delivery text, I know that it's wrong, it is what it is

Broski locked, I'm visitin' him

Brought eaters to the prison for him

Vision for him, and it's bigger than him

Disrespect, I'm sizzlin' him

That girl look like SZA to me

How you upset that I cut you off when you basically handed the scissors to me?

Two-man step, diligently (grrah)

Watch my back vigilantly

My young boy do man differently

She wanna show them girl she know me

Call my government name

I never tucked my shirt in school, so why would I grow up and tuck my chain?

Hide my face like, "Fuck the fame"

Trustin' different, but love's the same

I don't trust anyone lately, this lifestyle sendin' me crazy

Who's to say that they'll never betray me? Rusty one from the 1980s

But the new plate, a millennium baby

She deserve a standin' ovation the way that she got on her knees and ate me

Two hands, Lord Jesus, save me

We all know the industry's fake, the streets fake as well

Stand up for my rights like Santan Dave

Them man stand up like Dave Chappelle

You can lock the lock, but the trap don't stop

Half of the block get paid in jail

That was a risky text before

And, now it's no danger, I'm on a major scale

That was a risky text before, if I send that now, there ain't no danger

The way that the light bounce of off these GIAs make gyal act stranger

Got love for all of the young Gs, bookin' a flight, and I'm headed to Asia

Four and a baby goin' away, times were hard, I slept in a manger

Give her the Trojan

Give her the Trojan Horse, I feel like Troy

Had a revolver, decomposin' hid in the woods, I feel like Roy

She give me a whine, blood rushed to my genitals

Lucky for me, she could feel my-

Is it right? Won't say that it is

Shame that it is and it is what it is

Oi, Dave, I don't even wanna release (why?)

I don't wanna be mentioned in the same sentence as none of these creeps

I don't wanna come to your session, I don't wanna jump on none of your beats

We could talk 'bout direct debit, my monthly payment a hundred Gs

Taxman on me, I keep receipts

My biggest paigons HMRC (huh)

Bro got it in masjid, he got a mad ting under his Qamis

Bad one watchin' her calories, long ting, 'cause, I wanna go out to eat

Hella petite like Bella Hadid, so I handle it delicately

She kind of surprised I got elegant speech