VVS

Lyrics

[Intro: G.T.] (CARTEL) Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout no cartel, lil' nigga (Ferno, you spazzin') Fuck outta here, nigga You ain't never split shit up the middle, boy Yeah (Tizzle bring the heat, boy), yeah, yeah [Chorus: G.T. & Lil Yee] Mask on when I use the blender A thousand dollars for my denim Twenty racks in my right pocket Half of that, I'll have them kill you Stock 20 FN, favorite pistol Chrome Heart hoodie with a quarter in it Watch your mouth and keep your distance We still hit licks up a half a million We hella straight, nigga, every day, we gettin' cake Me and all my niggas I pour a four, I smoke a zip Nigga, every day to clеar my mental Ayy, call my ho, tell her clеan my pistol Say, G.T., you know I'm with you This new GT Benz too official We still mess up, go hop out rentals [Verse 1: G.T.] High as the hills, fly as an eagle Make racks that's legal and illegal Chillin', sittin' talkin' with the plug Takin' shots of Casamigos [Verse 2: Lil Yee] Man, I don't even know them people What the fuck you talkin' for? Man, I don't even know them people Who the fuck you talkin' to? This Rolex hit like it's illegal That's just my alter ego My brand new charms, they came from Reno That bitch Childish Gambino [Verse 3: G.T.] Come through, make a movie, throw a fifty, me and Tarantino We play our hand, we make the chips, just like we just hit the casino Lil' nigga, why you hatin' on me for? All I wanna do is get them C notes Down in the Bay, I fuck with the 'bows When I'm back at home, I fuck with the blow [Verse 4: Lil Yee] You doin' too much, ayy, no, I don't I'm with the wave, you ridin' the boat I keep screamin' out, "Ayy, free Lil Tone" Bitch, free Lil Tone [Chorus: G.T. & Lil Yee] Mask on when I use the blender A thousand dollars for my denim Twenty racks in my right pocket Half of that, I'll have them kill you Stock 20 FN, favorite pistol Chrome Heart hoodie with a quarter in it Watch your mouth and keep your distance We still hit licks up a half a million We hella straight, nigga, every day, we gettin' cake Me and all my niggas I pour a four, I smoke a zip Nigga, every day to clear my mental Ayy, call my ho, tell her clean my pistol Say, G.T., you know I'm with you This new GT Benz too official We still mess up, go hop out rentals [Outro: Lil Yee & G.T.] VVS on my neck, that shit pressure And your baby mama just bust a date then left a trap on the dresser (Ayy) Lil' dog, I ain't even fuck your ho, but she came out of that necklace I rock twenty-six Forgiatios and I ride around real reckless (Ayy, skrrt) I rock twenty-six Forgiatios and I ride around real reckless