Woah Vicky

Yeah, like (Brrr)

I ain't gon lie, I gotta get in my

I gotta get in my bag, I gotta pop my shit on these nigga ass (Aye, nigga know what the fuck goin' on with me, man)

Forreal

Aye

Haha, oh my God, aye

Skium sayin? (Ski Team shit, you dig what the fuck goin' on with me)

Bee

Yeah, bih 'bout to go stupid

Let's go take a trip to the bank, okay, like what is we doin?

Said you a groupie girl, okay, but wait, like, why you ain't groupin? (Yeah)

I receive my check upon the third, lil baby, like Lupin (Okay)

Yeah, you a nuisance (Yeah)

Speed run through that bag, everyday, bitch I do it (Like wait, yeah)

Some of these niggas, ain't even seen no pape, but I knew it (Oh, hey, wait)

Can't pick up your call right now, today, I'm in the studio and shit (Alright, okay)

The drac, it came with a coolin' kit (Okay)

Kick (Kick)

I'm tryna kick swag (Kick)

I'm tryna kick back (Hey)

Niggas they biting swag

Give me my shit back (Wait)

Know my twin, he gon' crash for that get back

Yeah, this shit get sticky

How the fuck, I went to New York, I met Woah Vicky (Woo)

They know I wasn't playin, when I said this shit get tricky (It get tricky, yeah)

Niggas left me lone, who's to say they wasn't tryna get me (Yeah)

I'm, havin' bread, ain't no Blimpie's

I'm already knowin' most these niggas don't want smoke, I ain't no chimney

I gotta pray to God, I bow my head for all my sinning (Pray to God)

You wanna try this shit, my bro pop top like a muhfuckin mini (Like, oh my God)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Like, go my God)

(Slatt, slatt)

(Private Flight Gang, bitch)