[Intro: Nine Vicious]
Yeah
You tryna' play with this shit, I don't give a fuck (Yeah)
Know what I'm sayin'? New shit, new wave (New shit, new wave)
Yeah (Huh, blick, what?)
[Chorus: Nine Vicious]
Better not play bitch, I got ARP's (What? Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
I just got some brand new za, bet my bitch roll my weed (What? What?)
I told my label I need like five fuckin' milly (Say what? Let's go)
Told my label I need like five fuckin' milly (Woo, woo-hoo)
If you tryna' sign me (What?)
[Verse: Nine Vicious]
All my hoes don't need God, BBL, they so bad
All my bitches got ten faces, fat ass (Say what?)
I got racks on me, I got these racks, I pop these tags (Racks, racks, racks)
ARP in the Goyard bag, Goyard bag (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
I got Glock-19 on me, I'll shoot a fag (What?)
I got ARP on me, I shoot ya dad (What?)
I don't even want you lil' bitch, you gon' die 'bout that (You gon' die 'bout that)
Say he gon' kill my family, then we gon' see 'bout that (You gon' die 'bout that)
If I kill yo' momma bitch, I know you gon' cry 'bout that (I kill that bitch)
I'm always fuckin' on yo' bitch, I can't lie 'bout that (What?)
Fuck a Sayso (Yeah)
Make a bitch do what I say, bro (Let's go)
I got racks in, bitch I love gold (Say what? What?)
Smoke yo' brother like weed, get put in a rillo (Woo)
I just put yo' brother in some red low (Say what?)
I'm tryna get to spinnin' right now, got tough ass back up, (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Uh
[Chorus: Nine Vicious]
Better not play bitch, I got ARP's (What? Baow, baow, baow, baow. baow, baow)
I just got some brand new za, bet my bitch roll my weed (What? What?)
I told my label I need like five fuckin' milly (Say what? Let's go)
Told my label I need like five fuckin' milly (Woo, woo-hoo)
If you tryna' sign me (What?)
Huh, let's go
[Bridge: Nine Vicious]
Big ass bullets in my Glock, I bet you wanna meet them (What?)
He crashin', no response shit, I could never be him (You's a pussy)
I just fucked a tall bitch, and I fucked yo' PM (On God)
Fuck yo bitch in the PM (Nigga, what?), then she suck my dick in the AM (Pussy bitch)
ARP all up in my pants, got a damn limp (I got an AR)
He fighting niggas over pussy, he's a damn simp (He's a simp)
[Verse: Apollo Red]
Woo, woo-hoo
I pour a lot of cough syrup, RIP to Drakeo (RIP)
I can't fuck with that bitch cause that boy crazy 'bout that ho (Okay)
I don't even wanna hit that bitch, got lazy with the ho (I don't even want it)
Spinnin' with ARP, I can't get lazy with the smoke (Spinnin' with ARP)
Disrespect the guys and we gon' hang 'em by a rope (Hang 'em 'bout it)
She think that she gang, takin' pictures with my pole, nigga
I can't fuck her no more, I hit her once and then she told (Shh)
All my exes hate me, they say "Apollo out of control" (Apollo go crazy)
Nigga be lyin', Pinocchio, I'm slime, I take yo' nose (Uh-huh)
YVL done ran through every ho, inside the bity nigga (YVL, YVL)
Wishin' nigga wood, like Timmy Turner my ho like Vicky with her (Woah)
"Nigga drop the album", "Tryna bite that gang", boy I hate these niggas (I hate)
Flex on top of the Glock, I up that bitch, I tell 'em "Take a picture" (Brrt)
[Chorus: Nine Vicious]
Better not play bitch, I got ARP's (What? Baow, baow, baow, baow. baow, baow)
I just got some brand new za, bet my bitch roll my weed (What? What?)
I told my label I need like five fuckin' milly (Say what? Let's go)
Told my label I need like five fuckin' milly (Woo, woo-hoo)
If you tryna' sign me (What?)
(Yeah nigga, YVL, YSL in this shit, slatt, vamp, fuck you talm'bout? What?)
