Vogue lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, one call, then my twin on go
Model b*tch, she straight from Vogue
Changin' it up, that swag was old
Spent some commas on my clothes (Blatt, b*tch)
Ain't no help, it's just my bros
Bands came in, dripped out my ho
Watch out, b*tch
Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee)
She wanna f*ck, that b*tch so hip
Kill that b*tch, that sh*t on my hip
Pockets right, I don't want no deal
Too much lean, it got me ill (Slime)
Slime that boy, b*tch, do 'em, yeah
Hollow tip, b*tch, how that feel? (Oou)
Diamond b*tch, I'm goin' for the kill
Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What? What?)
Y'all n*ggas lame, b*tch, how that feel? (What? What?)
Catch me a play like NFL

[Verse]
Too much Perc', lil' Zen, don't chill
Goin' for the kill, told my twin, "Chill"
Rich as f*ck, I ain't trippin' 'bout no bill
Kel-Tec, knock a f*ck n*gga off his heels (Bah)
Up as f*ck, b*tch, how you feel? (How you feel?)
Foreign whip, your sh*t slow like snail (Blatt, blatt)
How I'm goin', they ask me how I'm goin' still (Yeah)
Ayy, all that f*ckin' talkin', pull out a hunnid bills (Phew)
Ain't stoppin' sh*t 'til I hit a hunnid mills (Hunnid, hunnid)
b*tch, I ain't takin' sh*t, got like a hunnid deals (Hunnid, hunnid)
b*tch, she want lil' Zen, shе need a wishin' well
[Chorus]
Ayy, one call, then my twin on go (Blatt)
Modеl b*tch, she straight from Vogue
Changin' it up, that swag was old
Spent some commas on my clothes
Ain't no help, it's just my bros
Bands came in, dripped out my ho
Watch out, b*tch (Haha)
Up in the mornin', when that bands gon' hit? (Bee, bee)
She wanna f*ck, that b*tch so hip (Woo)
Kill that b*tch, that sh*t on my hip
Pockets right, I don't want no deal
Too much lean, it got me ill (Slime)
Slime that boy, b*tch, do 'em, yeah
Hollow tip, b*tch, how that feel? (Oou)
Diamond b*tch, I'm goin' for the kill
Talk about no bands, I block, O'Neal (What? What?)
Y'all n*ggas lame, b*tch, how that feel? (What? What?)
Catch me a play like NFL