VANITY lyrics

by

Hi-C


[Intro: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Ayy, yeah
Damn, damn, damn
Damn, b*tch, RCB sh*t, n*gga
Yeah, what? What?
Yeah, Vampire Gang sh*t, suck my di*k, b*tch, f*ck you, n*gga
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, what?

[Verse 1: Diamondsonmydi*k]
Stomped his ass out, I got blood on my Icecreams (Ayy, damn)
Cup full of blood, n*gga, this is not codeine (Damn)
Reptilian Club just pulled up in SRTs (Yeah)
Pew, pew, I smoked him like OG
b*tch, I don't play, like, watch how you talk, damn (What? What?)
Dunk on that b*tch and I had on four rings (Yeah)
Her pus*y bald like Charles Barkley (b*tch)
Pulled up with his b*tch, look at him salty (Damn)
They stealin' my drip, these n*ggas my offspring (b*tch)
Got a bad white b*tch, I feel like Kobe (What? Yeah)
f*cking your b*tch, got her wet like a Pisces
I feel like Gucci, b*tch, I'm so icy
I went to Flexico, linked up with Marcy (Yeah)
f*cking your b*tch, got her screamin' out RC, b*tch (Yeah, what?)

[Verse 2: Hi-C]
Gave her snake bites, feel like Orochimaru (Go)
Gas like a Jew, molly shards like Naraku (Go, go)
Mickey D, selling QP's like a drive-through (Go, go)
She giving me brain, she got a high IQ (Go, damn)
She eatin' di*k, chew me up just like Hi-Chew (What?)
Get off my di*k, b*tch, I'm not tryna wife you (Yeah, yeah)
Stomped his ass out, bro, I'm not tryna fight you (No)
Hi-C head honcho, b*tch, I'm a boss tycoon (No)
She riding di*k, got her wet like a typhoon (Yeah)
Get a verse, b*tch, I was juuging these white dudes (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta die rich, pockets fat just like Ice Cube (b*tch)
I hit the scene and I'm lookin' so godly
I pop that bean, it got me out my body (Yeah)
I got that gas, b*tch, I feel like a Nazi (Yeah)
She riding di*k, got her wet like tsunami (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'm that n*gga, that's why I'm so c*cky
He wanna be me, but, n*gga, you not me (b*tch)
b*tch, you know I got the juice like a tangerine
I pop a bean and charge up demon energy (Yeah)
I look better than my b*tch, I got vanity (Yeah)
Tweeting that f*ck sh*t, now they tryna cancel me (Yeah)
I mix the blood with the lean of my enemies (Damn)
Not about money, then, n*gga, don't text me (Yeah)
Hoes on my di*k, they wanna molest me (No)
I suck her titties like I'm tryna breastfeed (Yeah)
I broke her heart, now she wanna hex me
[Verse 3: Marcy Mane]
My b*tch so thick, goddamn (b*tch, thick, damn)
She's a Russian bot b*tch, she always talking spam (She's a bot, yeah)
My n*gga looking for your b*tchass (Where you at, n*gga?)
You the type of n*gga to probably rob your f*cking fans (Damn)
I gave you the swag and that's on my grams (Swag, my grammy)
Smoke you like a Backwood and they filled up with grams (My grammies)
Throw your body in a river, throw your head in the dams (Goddamn)
Who mans is this? 'Cause he a b*tch
He's a fiend off the lean, he ain't shooting sh*t
n*gga won't fight a n*gga but he robbin' chicks
He said he a man but he ain't sh*t
That n*gga don't exist, who is he?
I'm thinking 'bout getting rich
f*cking my b*tch, rolling up the tree
n*gga mad 'cause I'm making plays
He get home on the sofa, drownin' in the lean

[Verse 4: 5G]
These n*ggas soundin' identical
Smokin' this blunt and it look like a tentacle
Countin' up green, eat your veggies and minerals
I'm a machine, I am out of my mental
Just like [?] you'll get popped like a [?]
Look at the swag and it sharp like a pencil
Walk in the scene and I pipe up
Look at my wrist and that b*tch really iced up
f*cking this b*tch even though that she wifed up
These n*ggas hate even though that they like us
Look at the drip, b*tch, I feel like a biker
Underground legend, I'm feeling like Viper
Natural-born killer, I hit with the sniper
I earned my stripes so they calling me tiger
Look at my dresser, there bout twenty-five lighters
Look at my dresser, there bout twenty-five lighters
[Outro: Diamondsonmydi*k, 5G & Hi-C]
Damn, b*tch, on gang
Turn me up
He said, he said, "Underground le—"
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