Victor Wynslow

Lyrics

[Intro] Ah Shit Not ever going to sleep drunk Naw don't do that shit man Don't listen to this if you're drunk too Cause I be having some wild ass stories Uh You know I'm quick to do those [?] [Verse] I was minding my business on my grandma's porch 'Til I heard the richest nigga ever came home from court At this point man niggas was hungry Niggas was selling boa constrictors just to get the money Shit wasn't televised, 24 hours forever fried Swear to God the worst day of my life My phone didn't ring for all of that day until later that night It was my nigga Big Rob he wanted to hit the strip I'm like let's do it usually I don't be on that shit I'd rather do the music We in the big van banging music rolling 63rd Rolling up thе misty herb this nigga was sick of words (Word) Turned the music down, hе made a right The next block up he seen some fucking niggas he didn't like He like Vic you ain't gotta do shit, just stay in the car I said you outta your mind, I don't just rip bars Fuck it, I wanted to see how it was gonna work out so I fell back He walked towards them niggas that sell ten dollar sacks It was seven of them niggas, how he gonna survive? He whooped them niggas ass in ten seconds then hopped in the ride He said he been killing mother fuckers all week Even the nigga that never came home that had all the cheese This nigga wyling 'til he turned into a boss Nobody fucking with my nigga, put the crap niggas off One nigga that answer to his everyday needs wanted him to bleed (The fuck?) I overheard the conversation smoking weed They both hopped in the truck with niggas I never seen Followed them niggas to every mother fucking scene Fifth stop was a warehouse, I'm scoping it out Big Rob on a phone call on my phone, I put it down Hopped out the car clapping on some army and shit Big Rob's fat ass still talking to chicks On the phone he turned around like he didn't see shit He said he peeped me already while I was smoking my stick Damn nigga that was twelve hours ago Make me feel like a nigga move too slow Oh shit gotta be quicker than that So embarrassed so I went to a chick's house that didn't listen to rap Now my phone ring all day 'cause I might spreay shit Big Rob said thanks for taking out my lightweight Bitch