VULTURES (feat. Bump J)

All eyes is on me

Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue

Don't cry for me

This Chicago, ****

I want some Juice

I don't have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures

Big-ass toaster, hit your whip and flipped it over

Big ol' ****, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert

Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster

LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster

I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt

We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first

I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her

Yeah-yeah, outta here, your boyfriend a gopher

I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her

I can't do no features with you, ****, it's a "No, sir"

Hottest **** on Earth, I'm not really from Earth

We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first

I put in my own work, better do your homework

I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring

What you gon' charge a old man for that pussy? Girl, don't hurt me

This Chicago, ****

Three gang leaders with me, all times

I don't know who I fucked last night, I got Alzheimer's

I don't know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin'

Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine

Runnin' hooligans, and we with the foolishness

How I'm antisemitic? I just fucked a Jewish bitch

I just fucked Scooter's bitch and we ran her like Olympics

Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?

Whose baby is it?

My **** puttin' belt to ass, pull up with the switches

This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions

This ain't Columbine, but we came in with the trenches

She askin' me to aim for her neck, 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace

With the trenches

Precious

With the trenches

Fuck it, I scratched another **** woman up off my checklist

With the trenches

I've been livin' reckless

I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston, Texas

With the trenches

Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend

Boys, I need you to give me somethin' big, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Spittin' pimp flow, tell the ho, "No, I don't wanna fuck"

She can suck-suck-suck it, till she suck it dry

California **** with some European freaks

Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-E-East wanna lick on me

Stick on me, even though I got security

Even though she got a man, she know he ain't as pure as me, seriously

Soon as I get back, tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys

Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that's showin' my maturity, yeah

Aye, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out

We did that shit so differently and brilliantly

Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG

Fades in the backyard, no talkin', take flight instantly

Aye, Nate 3D, boot up, my ****, James Cool

My ****, that's drugs, she snottin' that P out that D

She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh

She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine

Bought her a bag and I fill it with loose change

Just like my exes, she told me that, "You changed", yeah, yeah, yeah

Lotta them rappers be fuckin' it up

Still screamin', "Free TC, Melly, and Thug"

Fuck the police, the DA, and the judge

Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug

Don't wanna go out, she'd rather do drugs

Can't be my main if we met in the club

Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck

Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck

I'm shootin', game to light that

Give me somethin', bitch, I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look it here, ho, I don't wanna fuck

Here's a buck, but a buck, buck, buck

I'm shootin', game to light that

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