V.i.p Section ft. Dn Keem 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