That pack a little short, but it hit just like gervonta Davis
If u talkin bout a payment it's on the floor, we can make arrangements
Bitches see us out in public, get to screamin', who that in them rangers
No security with the gang, in saks 5th you know we armed and dangerous

The feds tappin' iPhones, I need a pager I just hit the lil' parlay, I'm finna put
it on a wager Got headaches from mixin' flavors
Move to L.A. tryna ball just like the Lakers She just couldn't see the dream, I had to
clip her Stacked jeans with the zippers

Get fly as fuck, don't take no pictures I'm totin' somethin' big, have yo' face
above a scripture She got no morals on the liquor
Take his gun, remove the sticker I'm a straight cut nigga, don't want the pack cuhz it's a mixture
We gon' turn em to a, we gon', we gon' yop Yeah, we gon' turn em to a, hmm, we gon

Huh, we gon' turn em to a vickyy, shit ain on me bitch it's in me
Yeah yea I'm geekin in the Stu finna roll a trayfive in a zemi
Mr. Get on with the simi, in the lab like I'm with Morty
You might see me with a 40 or you could catch me with a yoppa
he ain't tryna bump into me, if I see him, I'ma pop him
Couple niggas on my list to go check in with that doctor
Ain insecure because she wear Prada
Take my granny to the zoo because she never seen a llama
Nigga, fuck a pool pic, I'm tryna post in the Bahamas

Ayy, when I get inside that cat, I'm a monster
I don't like to talk it out, I keep that G-man for the drama
Black turban, pop doe like Osama
I hit that skit a lil' easy, so you know I been plottin

Boy, you know 7-6-2s go through houses
And you can speak when you drop 30 on yo' couches
Tommy bubble hide, my Gleek with the pouches
Ayy, that nigga got knocked down on D, got routed

Ayy, that nigga fell off in the field, he got benched
Yeah, it's a yop in my jeans thats why I limp
Look tho
We gon' turn em to a..
Yeah, we gon' turn em to a..

Uh, we gon' turn em to a Vickyy
We gon' turn em to a Vickyy