Intricate electronic beats blend with haunting melodies, evoking a sense of mystery and euphoria that sweeps listeners away.
VVV - Song Lyrics
Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire
(Senk, pop it up)
I can't fuck with none of these lames, they a fuckin' lie
(Sonic Boom)
Blatt, bih', blatt, hold up
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Racks, I got racks (Yeah)
Money in my pants make me sag (Yeah)
My bitch on my dick, she got me mad (Yeah)
I pull Glock 9s and I blast (Blatt, blast, hol' up)
I got Black Flag on my ass, hol' up (Black Flag)
Shawty wanna fuck on Carti 'cause he got cash (He got cash)
I got Chrome Hearts (I got Chrome Heart)
I got die hards (I got die hard)
I got bad bitches (I got bad), they in College Park (They in College)
I'm on the Southside (I'm on the South), I got a Glock 9 (I got a Glock 9)
And it's 29, blatt, blatt, hol' up (Bitch, slatt, yeah)
Fuck your side, hold up (Fuck your side)
Nigga, we talking 'bout cash, young nigga got money
Nigga, we talking 'bout bags, keep popping bags now (Two bags, yeah)
I'm on the block with the gats and I'm gon' tax now
I'm on the block with the Glock and I'm gon' wack now (Blatt, yeah)
AP watch, it's two-tone (Two, two, AP)
Gon' fuck that bitch, riding home, yeah (Fuck that bih', riding home)
I'm on the block, I'm in the zone (I'm on the block, I'm in the zone)
Don't get me out my zone (Don't get me out my zone)
Get me out my zone (Bad bitch)
Bad bitch, yeah, she tryna get flown (Blah, check it out)
Bad bitches tryna rock VLONE (Yeah, check it out)
Yeah, R.I.P. X, nigga
Tatted on my chest, nigga
Butterfly doors on the 'vette, nigga