VVV lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre)
Blatt, bih', blatt, hold up

[Verse]
Racks, I got racks (Yeah)
Money in my pants make me sag (Yeah)
My b*tch on my di*k, she got me mad (Yeah)
I pull Glock 9s and I blast (Blatt, blast, hol' up)
I got Black Flag on my ass, hol' up (Black Flag)
Shawty wanna f*ck on Carti 'cause he got cash (He got cash)
I got Chrome Hearts (I got Chrome Heart)
I got die hards (I got die hard)
I got bad b*tches (I got bad), they in College Park (They in College)
I'm on the Southside (I'm on the South), I got a Glock 9 (I got a Glock 9)
And it's 29, blatt, blatt, hol' up (b*tch, slatt, yeah)
f*ck your side, hold up (f*ck your side)
n*gga, we talking 'bout cash, young n*gga got money
n*gga, we talking 'bout bags, keep popping bags now (Two bags, yeah)
I'm on the block with the gats and I'm gon' tax now
I'm on the block with the Glock and I'm gon' wack now (Blatt, yеah)
AP watch, it's two-tone (Two, two, AP)
Gon' f*ck that b*tch, riding home, yeah (f*ck that bih', riding homе)
I'm on the block, I'm in the zone (I'm on the block, I'm in the zone)
Don't get me out my zone (Don't get me out my zone)
Get me out my zone (Bad b*tch)
Bad b*tch, yeah, she tryna get flown (Blah, check it out)
Bad b*tches tryna rock VLONE (Yeah, check it out)
Yeah, R.I.P. X, n*gga
Tatted on my chest, n*gga
Butterfly doors on the 'vette, n*gga (29)
I just f*cked a b*tch, got it on text, n*gga (On text, yeah)
I just f*cked a b*tch, got it on text, n*gga (Aw, yeah, yeah)
We be poppin' bags (It's Yung Carti, yeah)
And I be poppin' them pills on the set, n*gga (Yeah)
And you better not (Better not)
n*gga b-better not (Better not)
n*gga b-better not (Better, Carti)
n*gga b-better not
I don't even turn out (Blatt)
I like to turn up (Yeah, blatt)
And we stay up (Blatt)
Yeah we keep it up (Blitz)
b*tch wanna f*ck with me 'cause she know I got big bucks (Big bucks)
I wanna f*ck with the b*tch 'cause I know that b*tch got a big butt (Big sl*t)
Rock these all black jeans, Balmain jeans (Balmain jeans)
Look at my ice, yeah (Ice), VV-V (VV-V)
Copped at Elliot, VV-V (VV-V)
VV-V (Blatt)
Hol' up
They tryna turn me, trying turn me (La, la, la la, la)
I f*ck the b*tch, I wanna f*ck this ho named Chinese (Hey)
Kitty (Bow), I got—, I got b*tches with some titties, hold up
Coupe came with the bitty, yeah (Yeah, hol' up)
Take over your city (Yeah)
And the Glock came with some f*cking titties (Blatt, blow)
Balling like I'm P. Diddy (P. Diddy)
Balling like I'm Carti, Carti (Blatt, Diddy)
I smoke dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi)
I f*cked that b*tch and I might f*ck her buddy (Blatt, buddy)
Yeah, these b*tches f*ck me 'cause they know I'm with Cudi (Buddy)
I'm smokin' dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi)
I f*cked your b*tch and I might f*ck her buddy, hol' up (Buddy)