V Gave Me The V

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[Verse 1] Virgil gave me the V's, I never felt so alive He even dropped an email when I told him goodbye Fast forward some time and I heard on the news Drop date, drop date 'cause he reworked the 2s And the silhouettes clean, and the laces they peach And its getting a little hard to wait in line for the sneaks Cause the wife is strеssed out and the money is thin And I'm gеttin' a lot of clues that the marriage might end And he sent me a text, fire emoji and flame Even sent some AirMax [?] in white with my name Cause the scope is so broad, and the ladder we rung When the wife left a hole like the [?] on the tongue Monaco travel guide, pack to appear unplanned, pack to appear... Courtside at the Wolves, it feels like you got next Everybody got on Jordans, everybody got flex This one fella that Travis Scott turned out to be [?] Everybody got a flex at the foot-first stares [Verse 2] My studio is sort of like a tiny home My Commonwealth Reebok Pump Lite Sea Foam Live shopping at rap music beefs in a restaurant Dressed like a fisherman, emojis and exclusive font Cause my wife is stressed out, she's really working on shit Halloween x Mountain Dew, this holiday's lit And my stuff in a storage locker look like a mall store Louboutin Pool Slides, what more could you ask for? Popular bag brand, Lagerfeld ponytail band Lagerfeld collab Michelob nightstand Wife could be traveling doc, instead I'm alone with my drops Oven mittens and socks, unwrapped clocks had to stay in the box Some of my units got sold, overdue on the bill I had a few lockers, my closet was filled [Verse 3] On my wife's credit card cause she handled finances I had UltraBoost colorway, Miami and Kansas What a wait, holding the box I felt great I left them in the paper to reserve that perfect state What a perfect place, studio apartment and a shoe safe When I first moved in, I had a perfect pace I had the perfect pace, when I first moved in, I had the perfect pace 9-F, one to stock, one to rock, cause my outfits clean With my skin tone [?] the stylist said I look cream She also said I look blue, it's a favorable hue Asked what my wife thought, said any color would do And that's what made me upset, and she's upset cause we're late That's the night we were in Paris, ate both slices of cake I went to walk down the street and feel entirely great She had her studies and she done, I couldn't do any mistakes Louisville, Kentucky, Arizona and Duke Indiana, A&M, each color, cop two And this lady who owns Be Brilliant said my hat and my shoes Are worth $100 each but she's simply confused Those are Rick Owens right before the Kith merger And the wife hated how my songs are about murder [Verse 4] I said "Murder and the streets, they go hand in hand It's entertaining for the people to understand And the streets are like a runway in Fashion Land That's why I gotta rock drip that's worth a couple bands A couple racks, and I'm talking bout a couple hats" I kick myself thinking back when I'm thinking back Picnic and I'm playing all this murder rap Turn the table, blue skies, black, enough of that She had enough of that, vacay in island time I checked two bags and we had to wait in line I carry on and I carry a hat box She say little things, like "You brought enough socks" Like, "Why you bring all the socks and flip-flops? I'm tryna bill the guy, why you showing TikTok? And why you wear that suit? It's like you can't read the room Understand when you flex, it's like a vacuum I mean, after all, we're just going to Walgreens Every single step you make ain't on the screens You remember them times before the telephones This is a 5-day trip with no chromosomes No cell division, divide and malignancy I'm tryna relax, eat food, and enjoy the sea I mean, how many hoodies did you have to pack, man? We're about to scuba dive and go under land We're about to parasail and see some different heights You're talking Zero Sugar collab, some ginger Sprite To the waiter and you're talking to him about his belt You met him after his shift, you wanted to see the felt Askin if you saw Balenciaga rhinestones" Left after appetizers, left the wife alone [Outro] In Paris, it's the opera cake When we get back, I'm bout to raise this money, wait Wait Wait I hope you understand When I get back, I'm bout to raise this money, ma'am When you get back, I'm bout to raise this money, ma'am
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- Writers
- Serengeti
- Child Actor