VLIVE Lyrics

Whoa

Fried

Lil' bitch I'm fried

I got some, I got some dope in my body

We out in Houston and we at VLIVE

Running around in the lobby

I make a bad bitch pop outside

Spend a lil' cool 50,000

Like it's magic, ooh, walla

Bitch, I'm on fire right now

I can't even talk, just ride

Shawty taste just like candy

Coupe same color like Randy

Drinking on lean no brandy

Bitch get lit like a candle

I don't even drive in a phantom

Quarterback pass like Randall

I sell that dope, and that Anna

She fuck with a rich nigga

I put that brand new Rollie on your arm

I'm kicking some real pimping

You don't even know shit about this boy

Think I'm Phil Jackson

Coaching these plays and winning awards

I'm out in the hills nigga

I'm out in Cali, I'm smoking on Roy

I done popped out in my city

I'm on all type of shit

These niggas be on the Internet, be typing shit

But I got all these hoes and they gone fuck some

Never switched up on the Bro's, don't trust none

Keep a stick inside the Goyard tote, yeah

Know some hittas and they from the Nola

Know some hittas and they from the Nola

I got some, I got some dope in my body

We out in Houston and we at VLIVE

Running around in the lobby

I make a bad bitch pop outside

Spend a lil' cool 50,000

Like it's magic, ooh, walla

Bitch, I'm on fire right now

I can't even talk, just ride