Victor Wynslow lyrics

[Intro]
Ah
sh*t
Not ever going to sleep drunk
Naw don’t do that sh*t man
Don’t listen to this if you’re drunk too
Cause I be having some wild ass stories
Uh
You know I’m quick to do those
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[Verse]
I was minding my business on my grandma’s porch
‘Til I heard the richest n*gga ever came home from court
At this point man n*ggas was hungry
n*ggas was selling boa constrictors just to get the money
sh*t wasn’t televised, 24 hours forever fried
Swear to God the worst day of my life
My phone didn’t ring for all of that day until later that night
It was my n*gga Big Rob he wanted to hit the strip
I’m like let’s do it usually
I don’t be on that sh*t I’d rather do the music
We in the big van banging music rolling 63rd
Rolling up thе misty herb this n*gga was sick of words (Word)
Turned the music down, hе made a right
The next block up he seen some f*cking n*ggas he didn’t like
He like Vic you ain’t gotta do sh*t, just stay in the car
I said you outta your mind, I don’t just rip bars
f*ck it, I wanted to see how it was gonna work out so I fell back
He walked towards them n*ggas that sell ten dollar sacks
It was seven of them n*ggas, how he gonna survive?
He whooped them n*ggas ass in ten seconds then hopped in the ride
He said he been killing mother f*ckers all week
Even the n*gga that never came home that had all the cheese
This n*gga wyling ‘til he turned into a boss
Nobody f*cking with my n*gga, put the crap n*ggas off
One n*gga that answer to his everyday needs wanted him to bleed (The f*ck?)
I overheard the conversation smoking weed
They both hopped in the truck with n*ggas I never seen
Followed them n*ggas to every mother f*cking scene
Fifth stop was a warehouse, I’m scoping it out
Big Rob on a phone call on my phone, I put it down
Hopped out the car clapping on some army and sh*t
Big Rob’s fat ass still talking to chicks
On the phone he turned around like he didn’t see sh*t
He said he peeped me already while I was smoking my stick
Damn n*gga that was twelve hours ago
Make me feel like a n*gga move too slow
Oh sh*t gotta be quicker than that
So embarrassed so I went to a chick’s house that didn’t listen to rap
Now my phone ring all day ‘cause I might spreay sh*t
Big Rob said thanks for taking out my lightweight
b*tch