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Vulture Island V2
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Lil Baby
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Yeah I got Erv in this b*t*h, real ninth ward sh*t Vulture Island If you know, you know Yeah, you wan' tell somebody business? Tell them how you let me f**k I don't wanna hear 'bout none of your business Ain't no Glock involved My mind so f**ked up, I see murders chillin' in the park Talk on the net, I'll make my vulture go and flat his heart Real stepper, he got six toes, he a creature Project everyday, he don't give no f**ks, he tryna lead some N***as know what happened 'bout 4-9 when he bleed F**k cuffin' a ho, my bro put n***as on the tee Killing all the rats, I'm robbin' all the robbers I'm a real trapstar from Vulture Island Alright, don't move wrong in this b*t*h, I'm finna shot some Alright, the way he swing his dreads you think he rasta Alright, the Trackhawk start sound like it fire Alright, I'm cheating with my main ho, right on side of me Alright, yeah, yeah, lotta money, lotta cars, lotta drugs Yeah, yeah, n***as talkin', take his head clean off Yeah-yeah, molly, molly, yeah-yeah molly water Yeah-yeah, drug sex, yeah-yeah, f**k me harder Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah Yeah, shake that a** b*t*h, bleed how I bleed I'm used to puttin' b*t*hes on they knees, n***a She tryna throw a sign, then throw a V (Alright) You tryna f**k a boss? Then f**k with me (B*t*h) Alright, I'm getting to that cheddar, to that cheese, n***a Did a ten piece in the feds like he a chicken Cover my face after we f**k, I don't wanna kiss her And tell the truth, I'm just a product of the trenches Yeah, I spent a thousand on these sweats, I don't even wanna take them off I spent a thousand on this pu**y, I think I'm gonna f**k her raw This Burberry hoodie cost me a bag (Yeah-yeah) Yeah, I put her feelings in my lap, n***a Yeah, I'm comin' straight from out the trap, n***a Yeah, a piece cost twenty-eight He played, this pu**y lame I'm used to, I'm used to, I'm so, tryna dodge a case Make that a** clap Make that a** clap Make that a** clap Make that a** clap It's the remix I might trip out on my Finsta, you can't follow me This ho a G.O.A.T., her n***a don't know she really for the streets Ain't too much rappin', ain't no postin, that's my type of beef You already tried this sh*t, and died with it, that's fine with me alright Lost it all before and went and got it back, alright I got a record deal, but I'm still gettin' active, alright Them young n***as do drill inside a stolen Trackhawk, alright If you ain't got no cash, it's your fault Real God, she get on her knees, I answer all her prayers He a fraud, I can go back to the block if all else fail Real sharp, big homie been taught me how to be a player New house got an elevator, come from gamblin' on the stairs Pack in, they done send so much money for Wham, that sh*t on backorder Really on some hunnid Ms a year, sh*t, I just act normal Really wanna show 'em how I feel, but I just lay the beat Young b*t*h keep a pole, but she don't strip, she with the f**kery A lot of n***as know to keep it cordial 'cause they can't f**k with me Youngins on the bottom of the gutter, I keep a buck on me Yeah-yeah, she want me to f**k her with no rubber on Yeah-yeah, I'ma pay whatever to get my brother home Yeah-yeah, we got all these guns, it ain't no one of one Yeah-yeah, we gon' up here and n***as don't wanna come Make that a** clap Make that a** clap Make that a** clap Make that a** clap
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