VX Lyrics

Come on

Liquid Gold

Bet, let me hear somethin

Me and Bro move these streets

Talk stupid, get hit with a ruler

Neva left the clip in the backseat

Top G and you know he a shooter

Stuff bundles up in the mattress

She suck me then skate on a Uber

I ain't posting to keep up a status

Yeah yeah yeah

Shoot with my lefty the cops get me

Godfather, I'm moving the oxy

I know that I'm toxic, I got options

But I still fuck with Kylie

Turn to a bully

All headshots we paint out your hoodie

Really it's lovely but I ain't Bille

We move with a couple of Killies

Ain't no beefin' in my comment section

Fuck it, we just might roll him in the pack

Do him like biggie we slide in the V

No face we jus slide with a Ski

One out the gate

Totin' the pole when sellin' these eighths

Balling, no Roddy

Last quarter, I'm Tracey Mcgrady

Crash the Mercedes

Me and Bro What

Me and Bro, Armed and Dangerous

Dying to be my in circle

Can't have a fuck nigga in my radius

En la bodega, and all of the Ocks know the block is a gun range

We duckin these potholes, Detox from a thot hoe

My eyes scream pain

In my bag, put a sixth in a deuce

Jump out the Spitter that's six to your biscuit

Pass me the stick niggas know that I'm clutch

On my dead, you ain't bend that block like me

You ain't send shots like me

Fuck is talking about

Dior store and you know how we walking out, yeah yeah yeah

Slide in the V huh

With my ski

With my

Got my tool, Brrit

Shoot from three

I'm outside with cats and th

Why you always gotta play me

I'm outside with cats and the crackheads

God damn, that bitch give me bad head

I had to scrap up every dollar she gon' fuck and swallow

I cannot trust me a hoe, neva

How face a ten, pussy a three

What's your name bitch, I don't even know

Lame bitches don't got throat

Lame niggas don't got dough

Face shot, bury that nigga with a covid mask

Hit once then I really be over that

Hit twice then I really get bored of that

Run like a quarterback

Don't run, Don't trip

Whole lotta

Whole lotta Meds

Whole lotta

Whole lotta Meds

She is not my wife; that hoe is just a leg

Pillow-talking nigga yeah you must be fed

Pushing P up in my city, give me cred

Come and see me face to face

Touch base, you the type to make me catch a fuckin case

With the Internet, you can text me and keep me up to date

They put cuffs on me, I'm lucky to be here and free today

Shawty tote the cognac and pistol in her handbag

I can't take you with me to the top this shit ain't piggyback

Bullets hit his auto-deploying out all his airbags

Conversatin' with a model bitch like where her head at

Bitch, you stupid

You know I love you Astro

Niggas know what tf going on

Astro Nova

Let's get it, Let's go

Beam

Beam

Beam

Beam