VIP* lyrics

[Intro]
Ghost made this beat
Ghost Kid the producer

[Verse 1: DaBaby & YSN Flow]
Chill out, I went in for a year, b*tch, I'm lit now (Let's go)
That boy got the whole world on the di*k now (My di*k)
Tell that b*tch to sit down, you ain't it now
How he hate but he ain't go no whip? (No whip)
Brand new car what I spent on my fit now (Zoom)
n*ggas know that boy Baby the sh*t (That pfrt)
They want me to take pics with they b*tch now (Ha)
I'm sick, come check on me, baby
How it taste? Them other n*ggas, they ain't it
You know I got the recipe, baby (Uh-huh)
Play your part, don't be stressin' me, baby (Okay)
I want it done and I'm the same man did it (Let's go)
No, I can't kick it with a lame ass n*gga (Let's go)
You ain't with me, you the same as the opp (Yeah)
n*gga thinkin' 'bout my chain, bad business (Ayy)

[Verse 2: YSN Flow]
n*gga, about time start breaking them off
[?] thotties who begging me to f*ck me
But I ain't got time, start breaking them off
Only bought it 'cause it was a [?]
I can't even spell the designer I bought
Put a di*k on the Glock and knock out your mouth
pus*y boy, better watch how you talk
I'ma show him, he said I ain't with it
Hang my gun out the window, can't go like no b*tch
If he sending some shots, I'ma shoot back
I be high as a b*tch when I hop on the plane
Smoking pressure, don't ask where the boof at
I make what I make and I'm only 16
Got 'em wondering like how I do that
Wearing Nike and Gucci, I dive on the coochie
My di*k in her gut, [?] throw that
Keep no [?], hundreds my cash
Pound cookie, I smoke out the bag
And it ain't entertainment, no, b*tch, tryna make me a mill'
If I hit that b*tch bad then she bad
[?] engineer, no whip, no licenses
Keep my Glock, I ain't doing no fighting
And that youngin been acting so grow
'Cause he been on his zone and he ain't never had guidance
f*ck the critics, this really be [?]
Wanna be me, these n*ggas look up to me
Wanna beef, these n*ggas know it's up with me
Check the [?], man, n*ggas can't f*ck with me
VIP, b*tch, I'm very important
All these n*ggas around be stepping
You f*ck and wrong talk, get stepped on some Jordans
And I told to promoter I'm bringing this Glock
Keep that b*tch on my hip while I'm touring
Handsome n*gga, my thotties be gorgeous
I'ma hit from the back, I ain't hitting the back
I'm like, f*ck it, I f*ck on her friend
Don't use no credit, I want it, I get it
That money a fetish, in love with them bands
Heard all them critics gon' watch me, I need some privacy
I just been setting the trend, uh