Vermouth Lyrics

I keep a pound in the trunk

Come around when I'm drunk

Something clear in my cup

Crash the Kia for fun

Cleopatra my bitch

I feel better when I'm lit

Wrap it up like a mummy

But this dutch getting split

Way over my head lately

She said that this cash changed me

Kick it with my dogs they got rabies

Blowing up my phone calling me baby

All I want

Is a mil in the duffle

Call me lil bro

And I'm reaching for the shovel

Shia with the holes

And I'm digging out the rubble

Blowing up my phone

Baby I ain't tryna cuddle

I need to bounce back

Love me then u hate me baby

Don't know what to call that

When I hit my plug

I send that boy a text in all caps

What I need do you got that

Don't know what you call that

But I'ma need like 4 of them

Bad bitch got a hatchback

Said that she from Oregon

Took her to the future

Hopped in that DeLorean

Pull them out the cooler

Yeah that's where I been storing them

Moving one day at a time

I never learned to take my own advice

Blowing smoke out the ride

Like a poltergeist

If it's wrong

I don't mind

I don't care who's

Okay okay

I'ma play your game

I'ma fuck her in the face

When my rent paid

No chase

I'm a sucker for the pain

Got my foot on the pedal

I've been itching for a drag race

100k not talking plays

Talking plays a couple milly

We were rolling up the mids

When we were really low

All they want

Couple valley hoes in videos

Keep my cool

You take my temp

You see it's 10 below

All I want

Is a mil in the duffle

Call me lil bro

And I'm reaching for the shovel

Shia with the holes

And I'm digging out the rubble

Blowing up my phone

Baby I ain't tryna cuddle

Baby do you want it bad as me

Till the water till the water runs deep

Runs red in this town it's a drought

Yellow tape they don't want to hear me out

In the back

Making out in her Honda

Floating in a cloud of marijuana

Someone pass the lighter

Bonnie and Clyde

How I ride with my partner

Ash to dust

When it's said and done

I know you could run and just find anyone

Set in stone

What's the petty load

Hundreds got her spinning on that pole

It gave me vertigo

He gon' get his face rocked

If he really wanna talk

You can tell I'm a star

By the way that I walk

Had a little drop

But it's not for falling off

Dickies on my shirt

It never used to be Lacoste