Vice City (Bad Bitches)

Rest in peace X, yeah
It’s on my chest, yeah
Yeah, since 2016 been about my shit
Can’t cross no roads if your soul not lit
Sold that shit first chance I get
Hope a nigga break even I make these hits
Billboard (billboard)
Lock in (locked in)
My bro get assists like Stockton
No Battle Royale I’m popping
I could take a opp out, three stock him
These niggas is clowns, I do em like Robin
Get a new jersey you thinking you Rodman
Switching your side you do all the talking
Me and these rappers got nada in common
Best in the West and I come from the East
Been out of practice so how you gon preach
I had to cut like a few niggas off
I cannot be seen being with cool with a leech
I got a choker your bitch on a leash
I’m paraplegic I can’t do defeat
Size 13 got a print with the feet
Never been around 12, yeah fuck the police
Yeah, yeah, I got a bag flip it
I know some bad bitches
And they don’t leave no witness
Yeah, yeah, I’m back and I’m popping prescriptions
So fuck you and all your addictions
This is the way we living
Yeah, yeah, vice city with the gang
You only see it in pictures
We never had no restrictions
Yeah, yeah, Murakami finna bang
That’s a breathing contradiction
That’s a fucking superstition
Don’t leave your girl round me
She ain’t never coming home
Confidence was hella low
Then I got into my zone
Was going sad bout a hoe
Now I stay ten toes
Walk a mile these shoes
That empty space get cold
Flex, flex, don’t compare no checks
Every day going wild, whole crew up next
Don’t fuck with my dawgs
You won’t make it to the vet
Dropping niggas like Carti
They leaking whole lotta red
Yeah, yeah, I got a bag flip it
I know some bad bitches
And they don’t leave no witness
Yeah, yeah, I’m back and I’m popping prescriptions
So fuck you and all your addictions
This is the way we living