VR ft. Cho$en & Nasa Da Demon Lyrics

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit

Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus

And we be up on they TV like a VR

They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit

Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus

And we be up on they TV like a VR

They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are

Niggas hate, niggas fake, I don't know why

Fucked his bitch, she my slave for the whole night

Firehead, off the bone like a ghost ride

Keep it in a circle pass to NASA, see a hoe fly

Blickied up, keep it tucked, it's a low ride

You see it's gettin' bands, M-O-E, that's the

war cry

Niggas showewd heavy in the box, guess it's showtime

Goin' to the top, fuck the opps, they got

no lives

From the mud to the throne, I had all eyes

Niggas tryna stop me, becoming bitches, tellin' whole lies

Niggas talkin' spicy, but not gang, guess it's wartime

Heard that if it's up well then it's stuck. Not saving no lives

Water on me, niggas drownin', yellin' surf's up

Too much talkin', no one walkin', guess they heard us

At our table, y'all not able, got em stirred up

From the land of hittin' licks and then we goin' burn up

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit

Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus

And we be up on they TV like a VR

They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit

Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus

And we be up on they TV like a VR

They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are

They already know we poppin' shit

Haters lurkin', it feel like they got binoculars

Pull up to they block, just like Stoyakovich

Now fuck it, I'ma send them shots and I'm droppin' shit

Niggas thinkin' shit is fake, this ain't VR

Spend they block with bro, we can't wait till we see y'all

You on the other side, I wouldn't wanna be y'all

You was on the keyboard typin', we bout to delete y'all

I be with real killin' niggas, real drillin' niggas

Niggas tryna cancel me, I been official nigga

You think that you a gangster cause you tote a pistol nigga

I make one phone call and they come and get you nigga

I put on for the O for real, in summer it get cold for real

I show you I'm a demon, if you know, then you know for real

Ain't no pussy nigga got it on me, then I'll blow for real

How can I be for the rat, I know you told for real

Off these drugs it get me gone, take me to space, I'm out my zone

You want the smoke, hit me like a bong

oh, that's your bitch she all on my phone

Pass it back, now he sick, psych

I pass to gang, now it's lit

Now it's lit

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit

Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus

And we be up on they TV like a VR

They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit

Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus

And we be up on they TV like a VR

They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are