
V.i.p Section ft. Dn Keem Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
I ain't never been no lying man Nigga listen up, we cooking up, ain't use no frying pan
Nigga, if that's your bitch then why the fuck she in my line then I ain't one of y'all
They do what I say just like a blind man I just left the states, I'm on the front end
Come to your block and shake that shit up just like a whirlwind
I be fresh as fuck dripping that shit that came from Berlin
I just got her lips and her hair and her nails did
So when we get back to the crib down there pull off her wig
And these niggas don't give a fuck when they outside Nigga, if I see you can't run, you can't hide
Shots out the drink make your body divide You better hope me and my gang don't collide
How you outside? We ain't even got a gun This nigga heard a crash down me
Put a switch on the back of the bed Now the gang is track running
Only thing you see in my bankrolls is blue This is all hunnid
This is all hunnid I know she loving when we go shopping
I'll take her to go eat lobster I'll take that shooter off your roster
Not among us Cause we ain't on fuck with imposters
She just want a big boss and then I ain't talking about it
Just seven.62 bullets big That shit look like an enchilada
Five.56's go through anything Turn your ass to pinata
Sometimes I just wanna be high cause I just feel so low
All my shooters strapped up and I ain't talking Velcro
Nigga, don't ask this credit or debit Nigga, I really got this shit in my cheek
And I just chained a mother baller like Celtis Pac came in, shot a puggy, nothing
M.H.Y. down, know what I'm ripping Whole gang living, I pee for the section
Nigga, don't try me in the club with my weapon Nigga, you know this shit can get deadly
Ain't gotta write a verse, but I can make it work
Try to pop a perk, then go put some on the shirt
No murderers and dicks, niggas who outside creeping
I was born out here scheming Niggas talk like they teaming up
Don't give a fuck, gotta be over him and him and him, it's team fuck
Hit the switch, turn switches up Y'all niggas come with a 50, bruh
If I catch me, I might flip him up I don't give a fuck about that
Like soccer, I'm kicking up to the crib And I turn for real, I turn so that I get pills
My dog keep looking me in the eyes, he say he ain't see my heart with the spills
He look at me in my eyes, don't see my soul, yeah, this shit for real
Hold me another pint, might crash for real
That nigga hopped out with me and glocked the switch in the back for real
Young niggas tryna talk when they got a man for real
I was outside perking on them, it was real I had to go get every kill, uh, murder on my mind
Yeah, I do this shit for real