Vixen Lyrics

[Intro]

Barnotez



[Chorus]

Off of this shit, I swear I made a killing

Hop out double cup, what you sippin'? Ayy

Pull out the AR, cook beef like a kitchen

Police treat the gang like some villains

They know I'm numb to the pain, and no, ain't got no feelings

Leave his shit stank like some chitterlings (Let's go)

These niggas really be broke, and they can't even fix it

My bitch so bad, the bitch look like a vixen

Perc' got me numb, give a fuck if they feeling me

Not chasing hoes, waste of energy

I keep the K on my side, treat this bitch like my mini-me

If I ain't rich, then I'm finna be

And if it's beef, we gon' crawl in your grass like a centipede

I had to turn this shit up, they wasn't hearin' me

You want a feat', then you better send the cash 'fore you send a beat

Smokin' exotic, no ten a G



[Verse 1]

I keep the strap and I'm poppin' off first, ain't no killin' me

Before alphabet, bitch, I been a G

If I pop out with this stick and y'all deep, then I'm killin' three

I'm high as fuck like a ceiling be

Spin with the doors off, we shoot out the roof of the rental, G

Fuck TSL, bitch, I'm TLE (Let's go)

And bitch, I'm cold with that mic and that Glock like my feelings be

Ain't got the change for a verse, nigga, send a P, is you hearin' me?

K got the scope and the knife on it

G.O.A.T. in the booth with no pad or no pencil, I don't write, homie

Diamonds moonwalk, they gon' dance when the lights on me

I'm throwin' cash like it's rice on me (Let's go)

We get to slidin' out Wraiths, just might spin on a bike on 'em

Brand new Glock got your life on it (Let's go)

Niggas be high in the spot, get the drop, spend the night on 'em

We havin' sticks like a hike on 'em (Let's go)



[Chorus]

Off of this shit, I swear I made a killing

Hop out double cup, what you sippin'? Ayy

Pull up the chopper, cook shit like a kitchen

Police treat the gang like some villains

They know I'm numb to the pain, and no, ain't got no feelings

Leave his shit stank like some chitterlings (Let's go)

These niggas really be broke, and they can't even fix it

My bitch so bad, the bitch look like a vixen (Let's go)

Perc' got me numb, give a fuck if they feeling me

Not chasing hoes, waste of energy

I keep the K on my side, treat this bitch like my mini-me

If I ain't rich, then I'm finna be

And if it's beef, we gon' crawl in your grass like a centipede

I had to turn this shit up, they wasn't hearin' me

You want a feat', then you better send the cash 'fore you send a beat

Smokin' exotic, no ten a G



[Verse 2]

Try to rob me, nigga, swear I'll be damned

You better have a change of plans, ayy

Racks in my pants and they makin' me sag

Designer, I don't do the Vans

We might just spin out the coupe or the truck or the van

I get the beam with the drum like a band

They know I take everything and I take all my chances

Chiefing on opps like you Kansas

And I draw down with that Glock like I'm paint on the canvas

In five months, finessed the whole campus (On God)

Then I dropped out and I got on the mic and I ranned it

Then bought some chills, they can't stand me (On God)

I drop an opp quicker than an opp bitch drop her panties

Focused off Percs, got me staring (Let's go)

Then we go spin an opp block in the low-key Camry

Catch an opp like Jarvis Landry and I'm sprayin' him



[Chorus]

Off of this shit, I swear I made a killing

Hop out double cup, what you sippin'? Ayy

Pull up the chopper, cook shit like a kitchen

Police treat the gang like some villains

They know I'm numb to the pain, and no, ain't got no feelings

Leave his shit stank like some chitterlings

These niggas really be broke, and they can't even fix it

My bitch so bad, the bitch look like a vixen

Perc' got me numb, give a fuck if they feeling me

Not chasing hoes, waste of energy

I keep the K on my side, treat this bitch like my mini-me

If I ain't rich, then I'm finna be

And if it's beef, we gon' crawl in your grass like a centipede

I had to turn this shit up, they wasn't hearin' me

You want a feat', then you better send the cash 'fore you send a beat

Smokin' exotic, no ten a G (Let's go)



[Outro]

Feeling me, ayy

Good luck on killing me, ayy

Feeling me, ayy

And I shoot first, good luck on killing me

Crawl in your grass like a centipede, ayy

Fuck TSL, bitch, I'm TLE

These niggas know what it really be

I get to spinnin' out Wraiths, we be spinnin' with mini-mes