Vrat vug lyrics

Hot pan to your face no bread
Pull up to your door I need pay
Byran no man at ya gate
No money? the gat beam yo face

No coward inside my vicinity
Me c holy like we trinity
Holes in yo body when you gon' run into me
di*k size 'bout half of infinity, hm

I'm about a bag a feel can come second
Murder on me we scattered we got weapons
Body on body we catching a second
Charge me you can not keep me leveled, hm

I'm up out my mind, but I keep it real
Boy sit down you b*tch you ain't steel
I'm inside her panties you watching her reels
Huh Huh

666 ahh
(XXXTentacion Laughing)
Call my mom

Verse two:
Which n*gga?
Point at any n*gga from the back
Pistol on my muhf*ckin' dresser
All this ass on me like ketchum
Might f*ck around and get sentenced
All that sh*t you talking
All them pills you poppin'
All that smoke you flockin'
Never do it
b*tch n*ggas talking
f*ck them pus*y boys
I never let b*tch n*gga do it
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
BRAT BUG n*ggA
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
BRAT BUG n*ggA
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
BRAT BUG n*ggA
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
Brat bug, Brat bug
BRAT BUG n*ggA
n*gga
(vug
Vug, vug
Haha)