Lyrics Vvs - Jah7ive

I stay up and i get to a bag
Can't go to sleep can't take no nap
Chrome heart tags that's all on my back
My niggas don't stab they shoot ya back
They shoot at ya fitted not talking ball cap
She want some money i get to them racks
She reach for my pocket
I told her step back

Ouu bad bitch on me yea
I drip and i flex
I finesse
Diamonds on my neck they by vvvs
I got pneumonia i need a check up
Bad bitch on me, give that neck up
She wanna fuck cause I'm next up
Ouu she said i'm so goated
Everything i touch yea it be golden
Feel like I'm midas, yea I got the touch
Back then she ain't wanna fuck wit me
Nowadays that bitch she is a smut
Pull up in a lambo, yea let's race
Watch ya back 'cause these niggas hate
These niggas try so hard to hate
Cause i get a bag and she back it up
Had to fuck one time so i wrapped it up
Now she think that I'm the one
That bitch tryna score but I'm not dumb
I run up the digits, i count my funds
He stand on the corner man he is bum
We knock out his brains yea like red rum
Woah, go crazy go dumb
Ouu that glock make him run
It got a kickback like it's a punt
Shoot em' in his chest now he feel numb
Pull up wit the sticks and we empty the drum
I flex on these niggas i do it for fun
Ouu these niggas can't compare
Yea cause my flow is too rare
Real rockstar i swing my hair
He is a bitch, heard he shoot in the air
They call me an asshole, i'm well aware
If it's not bout' money then i do not care
20's and 50's and 100's
She like the way that i run it up
Cause i gave her a couple hunnids
I gave her some fucking money
Go get ya nails and hair done
Me and you yea let's have fun
Step back bow, feel like luka
Eye of the triangle, not Bermuda
Choppa got smoke, yea like it's hookah
Hit em in the head, now he can't remember
Cause lost files hurt
Now he pain he pop percs
Fmmb rsf double c's not talking chanel yea
Walk in the store buy audemars
Me and my gang we taking off
We winning these niggas lost
We gone' win no matter the cost
Lambo g wagon big cars
Hop in a ufo go to mars
Ima die lit on pluto yea
Go around the world yea go real far
Bad bitches and foreign cars
She wanna count some cheese on mars
Back to the real shit
Back to the rage yea yea
I pop my shit they hate
They never gone get no cake
I take his girl on a date
Then speed off in a wraith

Ouu bad bitch on me yea
I drip and i flex
I finesse
Diamonds on my neck they by vvvs
I got pneumonia i need a check up
Bad bitch on me, give that neck up
She wanna fuck cause i'm next up
Ouu she said I'm so goated
Everything i touch yea it be golden
Feel like I'm midas, yea I got the touch
Back then she ain't wanna fuck wit me
Nowadays that bitch she is a smut
Pull up in a lambo, yea let's race
Watch ya back 'cause these niggas hate
These niggas try so hard to hate
Cause I get a bag and she back it up
Had to fuck one time so i wrapped it up
Now she think that i'm the one
That bitch tryna score but I'm not dumb
I run up the digits, i count my funds
He stand on the corner man he is bum
We knock out his brains yea like red rum
Woah, go crazy go dumb
Slide on her and her friends
Pick them up in Benz
Fuck up the world like flaco and friends
Say he get a bag, ouu that's cap
I'm sipping that faygo then I take a nap
Ouu bitches they coming back now
I got the cash told her just to back down
Ima rock out wit my slatts
After i drop this i don't know when ima be back yea