Infrared Lyrics

(Haha)

Hold up, yeah

(I got another my pocket)

Hold up, yeah

Talk to em, Vic

(I got another my pocket)

Hold up, yeah

(I got another my pocket)

Yeah, yeah

Back to the topic, I put guap in my pocket, not no dimes hoe (Dimes)

I ain't get the message, too busy smokin' on this chronic

It's ironic, look how I rock it, they getting bothered bye

Neck, wrist on fire infinity flame, won't die

Yeah, I am up in the booth (Okay)

And I just got me some brain, yeah

Scholarship bitches a whole 'nother level, 42 diamond my chain, yeah,

If you know, then you know I got it bezzled

Red on my glass, I see through the devil,

Pendants on pendants, I got me the medals

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't comin' just to talk, yeah (Oh)

Put your body up in chalk, yeah (Yeah)

Dress down, chrome heart, yeah (Yeah)

Smoke on some wedding cake till I'ma yawn

Up in Margiela I walk, yeah (Yeah)

Look at my Prada jean talk, yeah (Yeah)

Used to rock Truies and all, yeah (Yeah)

Bought me the upgrade, I got it all

Yeah, I can't contain, I can't, I can't maintain

Yeah, stuck in my brain, yeah, like, like, like

Back to the topic, I put guap in my pocket, not no dimes hoe (Dimes)

I ain't get the message, too busy smokin' on this chronic

It's ironic, look how I rock it, they getting bothered bye

Neck, wrist on fire infinity flame, won't die

Yeah, bitch, I'm pour, need some more ice, yeah, yeah

Lookin' at my cup like these hoes eyes, yeah

Everybody's tryna get in, ain't no invite, right

Blunt gon' ignite, yeah, just like my Benz, right (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I don't take benz (No)

But I'm wrong in the head (I'm wrong in the head)

My beam infrared, I pop off his noggin', the bobble is dead (The bobble is dead)

Run from the feds, back to the land, chill with my Lambs, I got them slammed

My pockets been chunky, I studied the money, I passed the exam (I'm up boutta mill)

Jet lag to Jersey, I dab up my homies, I'm back with the fam (I'm back with the fam)

Lil brodie got hands, but the Glock do a whole lot of damage to him (Glock talk, yeah)

I just got back from Turkey was eating on halibut came with the clams, yeah, yeah

I'm back on my man's, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Never gon' jam, yeah

This shit ain't a scam, yeah

Turn the pigs into ham, yeah (Oh, yeah)

Still playin' these bitches like they was an instrument, I'm in a band, yeah (Oh, damn)

I was rollin' on molly, I finally got back to the planet, yeah (Bitch, I'm back)

Back in my mansion, yeah, back in my mansion, yeah (Bitch, I'm on back)

Back to the topic, I put guap in my pocket, not no dimes hoe (Dimes)

I ain't get the message, too busy smokin' on this chronic

It's ironic, look how I rock it, they getting bothered bye

Neck, wrist on fire infinity flame, won't die

(Play that lil B like an instrument)

Yeah, oh, oh, yeah

(I'm on a whole 'nother land)

(I'm with my mans)

(I got it slammed yeah)

(I got the clams)

(I on the clam)

(I got em clammed)

(Jammed, yeah)

Talk to em, Vic