Lyrics VICTORY LAP VIBES - 30ROCK

Two pints deep and my gun on my side
Feeling like B.I.G Ready to Die
Mama don't know but the boy is man
No ceilings in this whip turn yo girl to fan
I couldn't even go on stage so I rained all my bands
I can't flirt my bitch around pass her off to my mans
No coupes this week we in big boy vans
That's a sprinter to you to us it's some to do
Made bout 20k fucking off in LA
Dodging TSA can't drop off at the bank
Fucking up this chicken I cemented my rank
Can't take it to the grave buy my bitch what she say
25 years and I'm not in prime
In my cup it's full of lean in my bitch lemon lime
Say the type shit make you stop and rewind
You say the type shit make a dead man blind