Vanity Fair lyrics

[Intro]
Tss
So she ran up on me and she was like "Damn, I miss you"
I had to tell the young lady:
"You can't miss what you still have
See, can't nobody take your spot
You don't miss me, you just missing out"
Hahaha
Ugh

[Verse]
I got you open off the words I spit
They tired of the rest, they need some gangster sh*t
Say I'm the best once the weed get lit
Don't leave your girl around me 'cause she might get hit
I rock Celine and all types of sh*t
At night, we in the studio, where mics get ripped
Doing my thing like a titan
These n*ggas' mouth hurt from all the biting
n*ggas soft, I ain't nothing like 'em, don't need 'em
Say they my man but I don't believe 'em
I'm getting tanned with a Puerto Rican
Dropping new sh*t for my fans
Rings on the fingers, we them champs
Pull up to the party, high as f*ck, I roll up in advance
I already know you n*ggas fake, never trust you again
Keep a lil' McQueen in my cup, Taylor cuff in my pants
'Nother red carpet, if they hit you up when I land
[Chorus]
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta
G-A-N-G-S-T-A
I gotta keep it gangsta

[Outro]
It's Only Weed Bro
Hahahaha!
Relax
It's only weed