Victim lyrics

[Intro: Kyle Richh & Iffy Foreign]
Grrah, grrah, grrah
f*ck Notti, n*gga
Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom
Like, what? Like, what?
f*ck 14, n*gga (Like, damn), suck my di*k (Like, damn)
f*ck Notti (Grrah)
(That's what I'm talkin' about, that's why he's the MVP
[That's why he's the G.O.A.T., the G.O.A.T.])(30868172)
(24 is the G.O.A.T)
Suck my di*k
Notti (Grrah)
Notti, like, what? Like, what?
Notti, b*tch, baow-baow-baow
Like, what? Like, what?
b*tch, damn-damn-damn (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Every O shot (Notti), grrah, grrah, grrah (Damn-damn-damn)
Notti, like, what? Like, what?
Like, die Os (Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Grrah
He on my di*k, he ain't got no crib (Like, what?)
Like, what? He homeless (Damn)
I cannot lack, I'ma move with a Smith (Like, what?)
Like, what? Shoot, don't miss (It's Carter, di*khead)
How you boomin' for n*ggas that said you was snitchin'? (Damn)
Like, what? You the reason he dissin' (What?)
Oh, he said that he smokin' on Lay? (Grrah, grrah)
Said I'm smokin' on Notti, I'm high as a pigeon (Grrah, grrah, boom)
[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Like, he dead, I can tell by thе twitchin' (Like, damn)
Keep a switch, n*ggas be switchin' (Like, what?)
Likе, why is my name in ya mentions? (Damn, damn, damn)
Caught a ass shot like Chyna (Chyna)
And Notti got put in a box (Like, damn)
Big guns, we got a lot (Notti)
I'm on they block, and I'm not tryna box
On the Rock with a couple of knocks (Couple of knocks)
In that South (Like, what?), givin' 'em hell (Like, what? Like, damn)
sh*t get sticky if I kick it to Rell' (Pop it)
Like, 'cause I know he gon' throw like Odell (Damn, damn, damn)
In all black 'cause I might have to pop it
Start doin' the trend, and the world Notti Boppin' (Boppin')
We been winning, we do this sh*t often (Like, what?)
Off a 30, I'm itchin' to off him (Like, damn-damn)

[Verse 3: Iffy Foreign]
Yo, DD, why you ran on ya mans while he was still coughing? (Yo, DD)
He a dub, we white chalk 'em
Damn, my n*ggas spin they sh*t often (Like, damn, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Two shots on court like Spalding
We might have to shoot a n*gga out his ball kicks (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Don't lack, might spin through the morning
sh*t too tact', we do it with caution (Like, damn, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Who you with? f*ck that, off him
sh*t too deep, can't leave bro walking (Like, grrah-grrah-grrah)
Like damn, can't leave bro talking
You know how it get, grrah, off him (Grrah-grrah-grrah)
I'm a vet', no dogsh*t
You talk hot, I'ma step in your office
Throw up an O, on bro, we toss him (Yeah)
Lil' Notti got put in a coffin (Like, grrah, Notti)
Damn, y'all know what we do in the streets
No V, walk down on feet (f*ck, sh*t)
f*ck it, put a n*gga on a tee
We 'bout to spin these n*ggas for a week (Like, sh*t)
Yo, Notti, suck my di*k, like, I woulda threw you underneath the train (Like, Notti)
Why you talk on the gang? (Grrah)
You got packed up, now you a strain, damn (Grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah)
[Verse 4: Jenn Carter]
Keep a knock, gotta move tact' (Like, what?)
KR, creep through the back (Like, damn)
Opp n*ggas broke, not puttin' in pain (Puttin' in pain)
I just know how to make me a pack (Grrah-grrah, what?)
In the V, three deep (Three what?)
Me and Iffy might hop out the V (It's Carter, di*khead)
It's an opp that we see, and that n*gga on feet (Grrah-grrah, what?)
Knock on the V, know we fleein' the scene (Grrah-grrah, boom)
n*ggas tight, I peep (I peep)
Like what, we number three (Like, we number what?)
These opps, cannot compete (Grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah)
He on a Polo, they know I'm a G

[Verse 5: Kyle Richh]
Mans-mans ran, they was watching him leak (Watching him leak, L mans)
sh*t sad, that could never be me (Never be me, like, damn)
I got money, I'm never on feet (Like, what?)
Like, yo, Sheik (Damn), reverse the V (Like, damn, damn-damn-damn)
Notti did bad on a mission (Mission)
Aggressor turned to a victim (Damn, victim)
Like, K-Roy, LT, been blitzed 'em (Blitzed 'em)
Damn, Notti ain't make it to Christmas (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, lil' bro ain't make it to 15 (15)
When he was dissin', it wasn't an issue (Grrah)
DD wishin' he was there to get you (Get you, what?)
Stop-stop crying, bro need a tissue (Like, damn)
f*ck 14, in my gonchies (Like, what?)
Last opp got sparked tryna punch me (Damn, damn-damn-damn)
Bullets is kickin' and bendin' his lungs in (Blicked)
Walk up, can't bring these guns in
Me and Iffy put out for the hood
Since a kid, buggin' and thuggin' (Grrah, grrah)
n*ggas broke, they be runnin' and duckin' (Grrah, grrah)
Ain't-ain't been touched, I been feelin' invincible (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
f*ck that, it's the principle
n*ggas frontin', I might have to finish you (Grrah, grrah)
Yo, Jenn, pass me the knocka (Grrah, grrah)
Like, I been itchin' to finally drop 'em (Damn)
[Outro: Iffy Foreign]
Grrah, suck my di*k, n*gga
Every O shot
Grrah, grrah
Notti