VAMPBLXXD lyrics

[Verse 1: VampViolence]
Tweakin’ out
My main b*tch say I need some help
20 ball on her neck
Fifteen-hundred on a f*ckin’ belt
Drum on this Glock
If I blow it, get yo ass knelt
Famous hoe wanna suck the 45
I like her mental health
Her mind straight waisted
While they jeans low-waisted
She malicious to the core
I can smell it, I can taste it
Crack pipes full of pure hatred
I should face it
Blood leaking from her half-devoured corpse while she achin’

[Verse 2: PINKBLXXD]
Aye, aye
Where my nuts go?
Watch yo— Watch yo f*ckin’ ass
My n*gga, I got the gun smokе
N- n*gga, who’s my Valentine?
My n*gga, it’s this blunt, hoe
Ni- n*ggas cannot babysit my Glock
It got thе drum, hoe
Yuh
Can’t bab- Can’t babysit my Glock I need my Glock today
Why th- Why these f*ckin’ ni— tryn’ eat on my plate?
This beef ain’t sh*t, ain’t worried ‘bout f*ckin time
I’m countin’ up my pape
b*tch, I’m paintin’ down these trails, n*gga
All these n*ggas easy to hate
[Outro]
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