[Pre-Chorus: Koopsta Knicca]
Satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y'all-)
Satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y'all-)
Satan, sitting here, love lies baby (selling y'all-)
[Chorus: Vencí]
My KK. go round, you fuck with my sound?
"You fuck with my dogs?" But they ain't no hound
2500, still counting your pounds
You got your bitch off of lost and found
I made it myself, I made it my own
I took my advice and followed my 'lone
You talking crazy but it's over the phone
Staying quiet til' I be gone
[Post-Chorus: Vencí & Koopsta Knicca]
I don't get- what you tellin' me
I don't get- what you tellin' me (selling y'all-)
You tellin' me, you tellin' me (huh)
I was off, while you was mad at me? (selling y'all-)
[Verse 1: Vencí]
Lil Keke, Houston, 25' Lighters
Martinez 'cause I'm one of them strikers
Shoutout Jenica, but I'm nothing like her
I got the smoke but ain't got a lighter
Frutfied', never ate off a tree
I've been the buzz, but I ain't Barry B
You got some envy, you wish you was me
You was in threesome, I call you 3D!!
Shoutout to Brian', he gon' post my threat
I'll pull the cards without a deck
You aim for my body, and I aim for the neck
You trust your brother, 'cause your ass gon' bend
I'm calling you out, I'm saying your name, G.I.O
'Cause I know your business
I know what you got, 'Cause I'm your CEO
You talm' bout hoes that you don't even know
Saying you the street but you really the road
Saying you got a Glock, but dont even show
I made it myself, I dont even know
I got me some swag, don't fuck with no hoes
I don't need no advice, on dressing my clothes
I dropped me a body, and a couple of loads
Dropped me some glass, said, "fuck an iPhone"
Dropped some gas, 'cause I don’t need no smoke, hoe, no, no
Legion Of Boom, so I just went for blitz
Pinky out when taking a sip, you haven't seen it yet
Got me some models, got me some clothes
2026, you already know, VENCIENO, off with the clothes
I got it all on, I know I'm the shit, I know I'm that bitch
You ain't even know 'cause I'm worth more than this shit
Boy you rubbing my body, huh
And you rubbing my clit
[Verse 2: Chaz]
I gotta carry my weight, been doing my plan
Now niggas ain't notice me
I was saying, “Hi” to my fans, “What's good to my friends”
I got bad eyes, I'm geeked
Tryna get bigger than big, and richer than rich
I need my money on bills, your track-suit on kill
Built for right Blue-bills, need my money? Oh yeah
Rap-bitty doing that shit so I'm in the culture
Still, give a fuck bout an opp?
Nigga I'm ready to drill-
Been great since I got behind the wheel
Now your ass in the mix?
Mad be looking at stills
Miggas wanna play get real and now doubt and shit
Baby I just want me to chill but my pockets not light-weight, Still I think like- (aight) fuck
Niggas wanna beef on the net
So who am I gon' take to myspace?
We beef from far' way
Niggas get hit with a brick, like I'm cray'
But I'm going Deebo like Friday, yea
Fri- might just hit you from four angles
Young nigga trippin' he Bojangles
Mmm, we in the feel like, enough hang-
Like X & Y niggas like Kurt
Off the 'Zine I'm putting the work
Swimming packs over counting like clerk
Like we reload, ain't no jerk
Nigga fuck with the play, you get murked
Now his ass got put on a shirt
The end of me, sipping the 'Zurp
Oh my god I think I need me a huh
Oh my god I think I need me a perc
So much pain, man this bitch ain't even work
Like you reload it, reload it, hmm?
Like when you reload, don't let it jerk
[Chorus: Vencí]
My KK. go round, you fuck with my sound?
"You fuck with my dogs?" But they ain't no hound
2500, still counting your pounds
You got your bitch off of lost and found
I made it myself, I made it my own
I took my advice and followed my 'lone
You talking crazy but it's over the phone
Staying quiet til' I be gone
[Post-Chorus: Vencí & Koopsta Knicca]
I don't get- what you tellin' me
I don't get- what you tellin' me
You tellin' me, you tellin' me (huh)
I was off, while you was mad at me?
[Outro: Mr 3-2 & Too $hort]
Yea, it's 'bout that time for you to be heading toward the
Front do', front do'
Way down in the south, that's where I live
All I know is hollerin' at hoes, getting paid, and blowing-
And dealing with this pimp, you gone do what I say
Short dawg, I don't play, give me mine, and hit the highway
Way down in the-
