VAMPED lyrics

[Verse 1: Triple777]
Huh, yuh, I could do this all day (Haha)
If you don't think I'm legit come and look at my face, you a disgrace, uh
I don't play I'm gettin' payed for plays so put the mula on the table or come meet yo' fate, huh

[Verse 2: BLCKK]
Look at how ya b*tch got played
You ain’t gotta love it but, get the f*ck out the way
Either way it go, I'ma f*cking carry the weight
I don’t slow sh*t down 'til it’s everybody straight

[Verse 3: Triple777]
I'ma di*k in the moshpit, UNDERLORD mobbin'
Give me all the money 'cause that is yo' only option
Huh, crashin' yo' party, steppin' like the army
b*tch you ain't hard 'cause you built like a Barbie (b*tch)

[Verse 4: BLCKK]
Really should've shot me
I don’t f*ck around with the kids tryna pop me (Yeah)
Next month trippin', it’s a rack for the featurе
f*ck T7, I'ma beat him in a seizure
Don't f*ck with y’all nеither, yeah, yeah
Haha, holy sh*t, yeah

[Verse 5: Triple777]
b*tch, I'm done, put that money where it need to be (What's up?)
b*tch, f*ck all that talkin' we gon' really see, uh
I'm smokin' beats like I used to smoke trees (You're a b*tch)
Had to clear my mind to come and kick out yo' teeth, you b*tch-made
[Verse 6: BLCKK]
I’m up on that sh*t like it’s back when I started (Yeah)
I got my payback, that what you wanted? (Haha)
Set my sh*t up in y’all city, I'm solid (Yeah)
sh*t that I did probably make me a target (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 7: Triple777]
Unfortunately, I'm fortunate bet you f*ckin' mad
We recordin' it while you snortin' it, we'll see who gets the bag
Unlike Jay Z, I wasn't focused on the Ave
My home is anywhere where I'm making music so gas

[Verse 8: BLCKK & Triple777]
Die slow, b*tch, I wanna kick it with the worst one (Yeah)
I been picking up habits and b*tch I’m not done (Yeah)
They put me out of commission and b*tch I still won (Yeah)
Keep f*cking working the kitchen, I’m f*cking have one (Yeah)
(Oh f*ck, goddamn, we're gonna have to bring out the big guns)
(What's up, ayo, HXSTAGE)

[Verse 9: HXSTAGE & Triple777]
Get up, pick up
Bags of the money I’m f*ckin' p*ssed off, fists up
Talkin' sh*t it’s your skull that I’m f*ckin'
Stomp my boots through the back of his head
Talking sh*t online think he tough, now, that b*tch f*ckin' dead
Failing seven times to make a wave lookin' ass b*tch
I just need my motherf*ckin' drugs, yo' sh*t trash, b*tch
f*ck both these faggots on the front half, I’m f*ckin' up the back half
Peach rings out the backpack, I grab that
Yo, lookin' like a clown, b*tch, you a f*ckin' joke (Yo', joke)
Please don’t stick around b*tch, I hope you f*ckin' choke (Choke)
(Haha, yo, f*ck, guess what? You f*cked up)
[Verse 10: Triple777]
I told you not to f*ck with me unless you gettin' buck with me
You f*ck with me, you end up under me, and that's a guarantee
And nobody ever got the meaning the vision I be seein'
Feelin' so damn defeated, said, "f*ck it, I'ma keep on teachin'"
Runnin' to the top 'cause God, I need it, God, I need it
I be dreamin' can't stop thinkin' 'bout the time that I'ma beat this
f*ck it
Huh, huh, huh
Enter my mind, my demons reply
It's where this reside, my passion divine