V.i.p Section ft. Dn Keem

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