​i swear this pack thrax lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, Vlo, Vlo, I thought you was a trap n*gga

[Verse 1]
It's crazy your whole lil' collective don't f*ck wit' you
I was gon' pay for your Lyft, spend a buck or two
n*ggas, they duckin' 'cause Chance tryna buck wit' you (Yeah)
Ayy, lil' Taliban, go ahead and dump that dude
Casper gon' drop you, n*gga gon' slump that dude
You cryin' to Booly, why you tryna suck that dude?
800pts, he tried to f*ck on you
How the f*ck you let a white n*gga punvh on you? (Yeah)
"I was thirteen when I did it", stop lyin'
Called you a b*tch, then a f*ck n*gga flyin'
Up in the air like a mo'f*ckin' pilot
We puttin' Vlo on t-shirt, design it
Why you online showin' your f*ckin' privates?
I got your address, but I'll keep it private

[Refrain: Man 1, Vlorichh, & cheRomani+]
Yo, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle
Hey, baby
Freestyle
Hey, baby?
Freestyle
Hey, baby
Nah, nah, that's wild
[Verse 2]
n*gga, b*tch, who was finished?
You was suckin' Boolymon, wait for replenish
I got thе f*ck n*gga, hittin' his tendon
Ask where his addrеss, that n*gga was pendin'
Two twin Glocks, but they shoot independent
n*gga too broke for a ride, I'ma send it, n*gga
Join the 4ersona, denied
I get the f*ck n*gga cut like some pieces of pie
sh*t goin' right through his side
One hit wonder?, b*tch, I made a hunnid reside

[Refrain]
Nah, let's talk about it, f*ck n*gga
I just dropped a song two days ago, number one on the billboard, b*tch
You ain't ever doin' that, f*ck n*gga

[Verse 3]
Them n*gga had told me Vlo talkin', I'm like, "Who?"
Them n*gga had told me Vlo talkin', I'm like, "Who?"
Them n*gga had told me Vlo talkin', I'm like, "Who?"
We gon' bop, bop, f*ck n*gga, what's good?
Just wanted to let y'all know, Hemi yo' a di*k ridin' b*tch, and that's understood
What the f*ck is a V-L-O?
Oh sh*t, I'm trippin', that's in my wood
We let it B-L-OW, we let it B-L-OW
Tell that boy hello, 'cause we finna slide
V-L-O, where your ass tryna hide?
And, this sh*t 'thrax, boy, I'm gettin' high
Take off his head, I'll light up his mind
I don't know why I'm dissin', 'cause I'm wastin' my time
I get you gone for a tax, Mxlachi
Head, shoulders, knees, like gra-da-da-da
He talkin' down, we gon' aim his matha
I heard you trap sayin' "Ra-da-da-da"
If Cash pulled up, you would've been like "My God"
b*tch, you a clone and I feel like your papa
You wanna shake me, go make it maraca
Booly don't f*ck wit' you, he not your partner
[Outro]
Ayy n*gga, uh, I'm finna hop on a flight to L.A. and the sh*t with gang
Y'all say some sh*t with Cash, f*ck n*gga