Vulture lyrics

[Intro]
Blvck Amethyst

[Chorus: Flyboy Tarantino]
No face, no case, f*ck 12 and the judge
My n*gga can't take no loss (No)
Hatin' ass n*gga fall back
Made one phone call, you get knocked off
Talkin' that big boy sh*t, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You ain't finna take off (Oh no)
Talkin' like you really with it, you ain't really really 'bout it
pus*y boy, we can tell you soft
No face, no case, f*ck 12 and the judge
My n*gga can't take no loss (Oh no)
Hatin' ass n*gga fall back
Made one phone call, you get knocked off
Talkin' that big boy sh*t, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You ain't finna take off (Oh no)
Talkin' like you really with it, you ain't really really 'bout it
pus*y boy, we can tell you soft

[Verse 1: Flyboy Tarantino]
I need some diamonds on my necklace (Necklace)
I'm so reckless (Reckless)
Pull up on that n*gga with the fire, one shot like a tetanus
Heard he got pressure
Flexed up these n*ggas, vest up
'Cause we changing the sentence (What?)
b*tches get pipe
You get leaded like number two pencil for touching my bread, hm
I keep the peaches in cream (Yuh)
I keep the peaches in cream (Yuh)
Backwood came in with the Backwood
Finesse, he done pull like four lines of the tree, ayy
I know, I know
If I fall, that will be it (What, yeah)
So I gotta' keep it safe
n*gga, I'm back on my sh*t, yuh
Boss up, never let another n*gga cross, yeah (Hm)
Pull up in and run cause we monsters (Oh no)
These b*tches know that we awesome
Smoke keif, we light up the ganja (Yeah)
Dirty face, you got a muddy bossed up
f*ck a Uzi, I'ma get a chopper
2-2 Glock up for you opps (Ba-ba-ba)
[Chorus: Flyboy Tarantino]
No face, no case, f*ck 12 and the judge
My n*gga can't take no loss (No)
Hatin' ass n*gga fall back
Made one phone call, you get knocked off
Talkin' that big boy sh*t, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You ain't finna take off (Oh no)
Talkin' like you really with it, you ain't really really 'bout it
pus*y boy, we can tell you soft
No face, no case, f*ck 12 and the judge
My n*gga can't take no loss (Oh no)
Hatin' ass n*gga fall back
Made one phone call, you get knocked off
Talkin' that big boy sh*t, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You ain't finna take off (Oh no)
Talkin' like you really with it, you ain't really really 'bout it
pus*y boy, we can tell you soft

[Verse 2: Kin$oul]
n*gga, you a b*tch (n*gga you a)
That's just how it is (That's just how)
Saying you that n*gga (What?), you might get slapped with a clip
Cook a n*gga like a shish kebab
Flow bomb like a missile launch
pus*y n*gga 'bout to miss a arm
All these pus*y n*ggas p*ss me off (f*cking n*gger)
Might get slapped with your b*tch
Quarter pack, he went and make a flip
Now they really wanna take a sniff
Sauce on me, tryna get a lick
Try to escalate what the problem is (Ooh)
Problem is, don't really wanna follow this (Ooh)
These hollow tips will leave a n*gga hollow, b*tch (Uh)
You understand, this ain't no tomorrow sh*t (Uh)
I'ma show you why a n*gga gotta holler sh*t (Uh-huh)
Like honestly, I don't want to call that b*tch (Uh-uh)
f*ck these hoes, f*ck this sh*t, they be sick
I ain't really much tryna f*ck with it (Sick)
n*gga, you a b*tch (n*gga, you a-)
That's just how it is (That's just how-)
Saying you that n*gga (What?), you might get slapped with a clip
[Chorus: Flyboy Tarantino]
No face, no case, f*ck 12 and the judge
My n*gga can't take no loss (No)
Hatin' ass n*gga fall back
Made one phone call, you get knocked off
Talkin' that big boy sh*t, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You ain't finna take off (Oh no)
Talkin' like you really with it, you ain't really really 'bout it
pus*y boy, we can tell you soft
No face, no case, f*ck 12 and the judge
My n*gga can't take no loss (Oh no)
Hatin' ass n*gga fall back
Made one phone call, you get knocked off
Talkin' that big boy sh*t, you a pus*y ass n*gga
You ain't finna take off (Oh no)
Talkin' like you really with it, you ain't really really 'bout it
pus*y boy, we can tell you soft