Lyrics

[Intro] Damn, my life keep getting crazier and crazier, man Yes ma'am Damn I think about life a lot and realize i'm upper than you, i'm better than you, i'm smarter than you and that's why you mad at me [Chorus] I'm going up now I got fans out of Vegas If the Maybach park right here I bet half of the bitches is leaving She wanna fuck me so bad like a disagreement Fuck, fuck And ever since I got money man they been real quiet Uh, uhh [Verse] Where you at? Uh where you at? Got hoes in Atlanta that got Cartier jewelry Back in the day, they ain't want nothing to do with mе Fuck man, this percocet so fucking strong You get hit with a Glock 19 no mattеr how strong you is How you think i'm still here? I get a motherfucker hit I ain't gone make no diss I ain't on IG with lame ass shit I put money on your head, you get shot at, bitch You ain't from the trenches, you ain't from the bricks You ain't really VLAD man you ain't really shit Pink diamonds on my bitch, codeine on her wrist Geeked out my mind, I got hoes at the Ritz One thing about me man I ain't gone quit If I said it on drugs then I meant what I said Got bitches in Club E11EVEN and Slayer Montana just brought them out Twin turbo Maserati what my bitch driving today If you ain't Vlad life then you in the way Slayer academy, your bitch let me slay right away She can say whatever she want in my back but she let me fuck anyway I'm cumming in her mouth, you just nutting on her face Got rich bitches, they taking flights to L.A I'm rubbing on her body like it's clay Pop a X pill on a random monday Breaking my wrist when I whip the whip, it's a hurricane 2 guns on me man I feel like i'm Max Payne Walk out the mall and I got 10 bags in my hands Look like Cleopatra, all this gold on my hand Look like Julius Caesar, all the empire I built with no land Baby say she from the Nolia, New Orleans Whatever you saying Wherever I been, she wanna go Wherever, yeah, yeah Whatever store I go to, she wanna go and shop The girls want me, they say that i'm hot They hating on me, I got shit on lock He hating on me at his job and he watching the clock Thinking bout how he could be somebody like me, he mad as fuck Run up on me with that bullshit, you already know you get switched up Do the dash on the e-way, I ain't know you could go this fast in a black truck [Chorus] I'm going up now I got fans out of Vegas If the Maybach park right here I bet half of the bitches is leaving She wanna fuck me so bad like a disagreement Fuck, fuck And ever since I got money man they been real quiet Uh, uhh