How To Be A Vamp

Lyrics

[Intro] Spaz, why you not picking up the motherfuckin' phone? You must with some bitch or something. I knew you was a fuckin' ho, man, fuck you bitch (I love DJ Gren8de) [Chorus] Yea Baby whoa pop out they know I'm 7-6 If he play with the mob he gon' get his shit split I ain't Keanu Reeves but them boys call me Spaz Wick If you want some gas just hit my flip phone Got the whole load gone Pull up to his show get it postponed Dawg, when I hit the lick, I'm bad to the bone Talking 'bout fraud, when he seen the stick, made him watch his tone Hundred band lick, hood rich, but that shit all gone Ninth grade hit my first lick got my first iPhone Slimed that nigga back, but this ain't Geico 17 years old, bought my first riflе Jew Glizz, pray to the Glock, he ain't picking up no biblе Heavyweight slam saw, I got that title [Verse 1] They thought Baby Whoa broke his damn jaw I call up my Woah's, know they number one call And my capo said "I gotta get you a song" Money keep callin', updated ringtone Glock too sexy, call it Nia Long High as fuck on the moon, Neil Armstrong And I be with some goons, that don't get along 17 bands, I think I made that bond Hm, my brother said when he see you, he gon' kill you If I see you, it be bad news Think I need a hammer, bitch I'm loose screw We ain't gon' for nothing, I be with some troops Nigga, I'm just young, drive off with your crew Nigga, I'm a don, GF till I'm poof Pull a dragon con in a different suit Spinnin' through the hood, shooting at his roof Wanna be a big dog, but all he do is "roof" Free Tris, knock that nigga tooth This could be a quick lick, nigga I'm the truth [Chorus] Yea Baby whoa pop out they know that I'm 7-6 If he play with the mob he gon' get his shit split I ain't Keanu Reeves but them boys call me Spaz Wick If you want some gas just hit my flip phone Got the whole load gone Pull up to his show get it postponed Dawg, when I hit the lick, I'm bad to the bone Talking 'bout fraud, when he seen the stick, made him watch his tone Hundred band lick, hood rich, but that shit all gone Ninth grade hit my first lick got my first iPhone Slimed that nigga back, but this ain't Geico 17 years old, bought my first rifle Ju Glizz, pray to the Glock, he ain't picking up no bible Heavyweight slam saw, I got that title [Verse 2] Fifty round drum on that bit' like American Idol He don't want no smoke wit' a nigga, just wylin Shit ain't no fuckin' cartoon, we don't watch Wall-E Rock out with that glizzy, ain't going like Gandhi Hilfiger my gun and I post up with tommy Babylife vampire, nigga, you can't slime me Trendsetter, know them boy wan' copy Real go-getter, up the fye' and pop it Don't believe in politics, go grab the choppa Bitch, I'm Babylife, but I could be your father Pop out with that baby draco, that's my toddler I put the Glock by the peach cobbler Why you got a Glock, you ain't gon' pop it Fifteen a gram, nigga come shop it Nigga got a gun, nigga red dot it Hm, I be with real vampires Kel finna pop out, he gon' let the stick shine You know Stunna be with me, he break yo' jawline My unc a crack baby, he born in the eighties Real sharpshooter on the block, call me KD Pull out the pistol, he think he finna run a fade with me Police ass nigga, talking to the agency