VAULT ft. Changeline & BBGLOS Lyrics

They hate when they see me do better

So they hate to see me at all

They worried 'bout what's in my drawers

When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT

(NAH)

They hate when they see me do better

So they hate to see me at all

They worried 'bout what's in my drawers

When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT

DAMAG3 going off the rails

I swear to god y'all not prepared

I swear to god I could never fail

These Christians be sinning, that's wind to my sails

Getting my wins and my sales

I get a lil "L"

I add a lil "ESSON"

Better my essence, better luck next one

Who woulda guessed it?

(Finally men be coming in 2nd)

Watching my body, they cumming in seconds

It's really objectifying

I protest to protect my peace of mind

I pop pieces, my e-girl fit all drippy with a piece of mind

See that's a headshot

Union actress, imma take her for a test drive

Vroom vroom I leave the manners on the bedside

I'm the who's-who, bitch

DAMAG3 been the best out

I'm the only one not sitting Hidden in the Renaissance

Just wait until I bring the rest out (motherfuckers better wait)

Bitch you can't stop the cancer

Old ass beef going rancid

I ate up the 808s, H went and aid and abetted it

Hate when they see me do better

(They hate when they see me do better)

So they hate to see me at all

They worried 'bout what's in my drawers

When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT

(NAH)

They hate when they see me do better

So they hate to see me at all

They worried 'bout what's in my drawers

When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT

Oh you should be worried bout what's in my fangs

Yea I got them poisonous

Sharpened them well

I'mma fuck around and leave you in your Benz headless

Shout out to Ichabod Crane

Shout out to my trans

(But we ain't all siblings)

Fuck Buck Angel, you ain't a king

I stand by the side of my non-binary beings

Stand by the side of my queens still moshing

(DAMAG3 gave me that beat)

(I pegged it, Wow)

Talking my shit

I'm loving it

Ribcage under my feet

Boutta break it

Pierce it

Like an MK cinematic

Call it fatal blow when I'm biting your dick

Oh shit

Chan talking dirty, but she ace (oh shit)

Nah she ain't capping, doing it for real

I love it when their eyes pop

Looking like zit

In my VAULT I got all the skins I peeled (huh)

Yeah call me leatherface bitch

(They hate when they see me do better)

So they hate to see me at all

They worried 'bout what's in my drawers

When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT

"I'm not here to talk about my transition"

"I'm here to kick some fucking ass"

Just wait 'till I get a lil older

Three years 'till the Grammy, I'll show ya

I ain't even fucking seen me sober

Already got so many on the ropes, tho

See I'm half Method Man, and half Ethel Cain

I'm like a Mac 11 mixed with the Macarena

Aimed straight up at the class traitors

Finna puff puff pass, 'till it's all vapors

Skywalking when I'm talking like Darth Vader

Lack of faith, catch a fade

Like a barber in Barbados

I got more interest than your car payment

So start paying more attention to the offering

Before the alternate

When we chop off the heads at the altar when

We accomplish the decomposition of the conquering

Subpoena the Phoenix

We really need it

Pompei the pompous

The greed of the demons

I open the VAULT, yeah

I open the VAULT, yeah

We responsible, yeah

For what's not our fault, yeah

So we rise above

(They hate when they see me do better)

(So they hate to see me at all)

So we rise above

(They worried 'bout what's in my drawers)

(When y'all should be worried 'bout what's in my VAULT)

So we rise above

(They hate when they see me do better)

(So they hate to see me at all)

So we rise above

(They worried 'bout what's in my drawers)

(When y'all should be worried 'bout--)

Time to open the VAULT