Vermilion

Fuck you nigga, take your own advice

Lil bro told me keep on rappin

But the T' is silent, hunnid blues up in my pocket

But your money's silent, put rubber bands around my chicken

I don't need no wallet, and I don't need no stylist

Punch some Gucci's for my fashion, n I be tweakin' off them meds

I don't need a doctor, fuck a life insurance

Smoke this dope, I feel amazing, pouring fours, I feel amazed

She asked me why I come home so late, I told her I live out the way

Whole time I'm trappin' out the state, whole time I'm chillin' with my bae