VS1 lyrics

[Intro]
(1Up sh*t, we goin' upper)
Yop, 1Up sh*t, n*gga (Yeah, leave all that)
Whole lotta gang sh*t (I'll burn you)
Youngest turnt n*ggas, we the coldest n*ggas
All that, brrrt
Ayy

[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)
After, I'm done with this sh*t, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)
Take that sh*t back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)
Take that b*tch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (n*gga)
I dare a n*gga run up (Grrt)
Gun a n*gga down before he ever get his pole up (For real)
Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up
Tell me how you broke-ass b*tches don't know us

[Verse 1]
Ho us? Your lil' freaky b*tch chose up
They think I'm from the East 'cause all my n*ggas, I'm from 41
Sure 'nough, we puttin' bread together like a cold cut
How you be road runner in your raps and never rode nothin'?

[Verse 2]
I'm probably on the block with them one n*ggas
300 Blackouts'll hit his top and leave his lungs missin'
I try to play it cordial, but I love sex with drunk women
When you see me walkin' down the street, I probably got my gun with me
My n*gga leave a n*gga open if he mug wrong
I can get it in in the booth, but I love phones
[Verse 3]
Bro told me be loyal to my b*tch, but I love hoes
Man, I don't love hoes
I'll kick a b*tch out the Uber, get the f*ck on

[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)
After, I'm done with this sh*t, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)
Take that sh*t back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)
Take that b*tch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (n*gga)
I dare a n*gga run up (Grrt)
Gun a n*gga down before he ever get his pole up (For real)
Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up
Tell me how you broke-ass b*tches don't know us

[Verse 4]
Three-man with three pretty b*tches, it's me, Lik, and Moni
I f*ck with her, her, her, and her, I'm a DM hopper
Rockin' white lows, don't like the black ones like Celina Powell
Send the 'bows to Mexico, I got a plug in Tijuana

[Verse 5]
Hundred times a hundred, we chargin' a G
My whole team cold, my n*ggas zero degrees
I'm an artist, paint her up, give her back 'cause she ain't mine
I hit her, then I give her back, ayy, Lik ain't got no time
[Verse 6]
FN got wings, I'm like Veeze, let it fly
My lil' youngin sellin' weed on Evergreen and 7 Mile
I be bustin' CVVs, I never need a credit card
I don't wanna talk, she wanna talk to me, I tell her naw

[Chorus: G.T.]
Yeah, I'm out here workin' 'til the sun up (For real)
After, I'm done with this sh*t, boy, I'm 1Up (Brrt)
Take that sh*t back to your jeweler, them ain't VS1 (For real)
Take that b*tch back to your jeweler, that ain't a 41 (n*gga)
I dare a n*gga run up (Grrt)
Gun a n*gga down before he ever get his pole up (For real)
Plays outta town, but I'm in the city froze up
Tell me how you broke-ass b*tches don't know us

[Outro]
(I'll burn you)