[Intro]
If I don't trust him, get him out of here; my paranoia talks
I thought I made it crystal clear: bitch, don't get involved
I hate it when a stupid bitch keep trynna piss me off
If you provoke me, then it's not my fault if some of my life get lost
[Verse]
I thought I made it crystal clear, I'm clutching
If you're looking, hearing sirens down the street
I think that's 12; they trynna book me, I make sure they overlook me
I've been doing this since 12; I had to do the shit
I did so I can make shit how it should be
Save a dollar with my grace; Vibez been known to keep it straight
She say my name every time she pray
But bitch, don't say Vey in vain
Xanax take me away, and makes it harder to keep the pace
Doped up superhero; said these Percs will save the day
I told my folks I'm dying young, 'cause only the fakest will live forever
Told them I'm going hard; this type of reign don't come with the weather
Baby, you don't need drugs, just follow me
You'll be high forever
Swooped her off her feet; she think I'm Cupid—no, I'm better
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[Verse]
I be that pretty motherfucker, 17-year-old Lord Flacko
The South is what I'm repping, swerving 12 and swerving potholes
Gun tucked with an extension; that bitch thicker than Mulatto
Can't answer feds for shit 'cause they ask questions only God knows
I don't move like him, or like him, or like him, or like anyone else that isn't like Vey
You best check your bitch 'cause she all on my DMs
She telling me that she spin Gods every day
You fumbled the bag, that shit be embarrassing
You failed it once, so you quit and complain
We not the same, bitch, I'm born to be great
And I already marked that I'll do what it takes