Vietnamese Lyrics

8-8-88-8800 Militia Musik

Ion gotta pop beans to get high

& i told him long live, he in the sky

She baked his caked

Baked-'em like a pie

I swear to god

When he get out he gone die

Ima be the reason for it,

ain't no sympathy

I got hundred bands on it, i'm my entity

I just want some money, nigga fuck the enemies

I just want some money, nigga fuck the enemies

Why these niggas always hate me

Why they envy me?

I don't do nothing to nobody

I just get plenty cheese

We got plenty scraps, loaded like we Vietnamese, & i'm taxing gotta know it, it's like 10 a G

Me & baby been into it, she not feeling me

Really don't know if she being honest, shit been killing me

Love that girl, but i cant lie like ion get plenty b's, other bitches not my bae cause she my mini me

Bitch i see the future

Elon Musk

12 get behind me, left em in the dust

They think that backdoor cool, its not many that i trust

They think that backdoor cool, its not many i trust

I got off my ass, they wouldn't hearing me

I'm a paper chaser, literally

Good hearted young nigga feel my energy

Im'a good hearted young nigga, you can feel

my energy