[Verse 1: Hus Kingpin]
Yeah
More or less it's the winner's clique
I split your shit
Twin crips snuggle with the clips
Cozy
Hundred shots leave a n***a holy
Moly
I'm like Moulder with the X-Files style
Behold the Vic Spence
Wave lord experience
I got you n***as feeling tenuous
I bent my wrist with the cuff grip
Grab the grip out the holster for the culture
I turn n***a's brain fluids to mimosa
Adios ya
Johnny Walker my cup, drunk up
Jeans tucked with the money lump
Sit down
Y'all n***as buy jeans with your kneecaps out
If Sean P was here hе'd duff y'all n***as out
This is New York, Chi Town, L.A
Anywhere in bеtween, weave a dream
Watch for n***as that switch teams, LeBron n***as
I put y'all n***as in line
My little Frankenstein babies, lord willing
[Verse 2: Vic Spencer]
Uh
Tarnish your soul with Nigerian hopes
Smearing the cake all on the table while she gripping the pole (Baby)
This year I should be sick in a hole
But I'm out here getting the dough
Break bread with my n***as when it grows
Straight out the oven flow, get your mittens
Fix the whole kitchen up, Chanel plates
Kicks make you wanna hide a snail face
Y'all got pastel taste
I'm luxurious
Glorified there could never be two of us
Top of the game and I don't want to
I want you to know that I just want you dead
'Nuff said
You the type to buy a jersey and then distress it
I'm the type to type your birdie a message
Like "Is you coming to the crib or naw?"
She replied back fast
Came back to my crib in just a trenchcoat and I laughed
Wear my flesh on my sleeve, who care about ya?
You not better than me, you wear a blouse brah