Vice (feat. Juicy J)

Bitch ass nigga ain't nobody feelin' that

You got a whole lot of mouth I could kill you with a rap

That's 16 in the magazine one chamber and

Could knock as many down as I wanna - Will Chamberlan

Yeah, I'm buckin' seats like a nascar

View from the beach condo that's the plan all

Y'all niggas suffering hard

I'm rollin up wine glass sippin off of the loft

Yeah, that's a couple of counts

I don't watch it, I know

I rarely see the amount

I'm out in Memphis with Juice

We into the ballin' for real

You niggas talkin' like you're scoring numbers out on the field

Never fake em for real

My name is good on the spot

Now it's presidential suites but still keepin' it copped

No need for the bar

We can send you some shots

I know they mad cuz they can't afford what's out in that lot

And when it comes to this paper we're gettin all it

That means you fucking with gangsters

Soon as we walk in the door we get the party started

That means you fucking with gangsters

Trippy niggas, we don't give a fuck

Hopped out a brand new

Panned at my reflection

Mob niggas comin' through

Bitch, clear the section

Doobie to my lips

Straps I come equippted

Live a trippy life, every day I'm in the strip

We be throwin 100s

You be throwin 1s

We marinate our lean with our blunts

Call my young nigga, what the count reads?

Call my young nigga, bring him back to me

Call my young nigga, he got what you need

I get high as a bitch, Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas

Make that bitch bite down have her dancing on her knees

I treat her like a prostitute, she bringin me a fee

Real money give niggas who I hang with

Jackson, Grant, Franklin, people who I came with

I'm still ballin'

Juicy J will never quit

Broke ass nigga, I don't speak your language.

Fly gangsta shit, nigga.

They don't want to sell me shit now I don't need to buy

Three piece suit clean and I don't even try

Bags for my bitch, nigga, cuz she likes shit

And cash for my niggas, half of them endited

That's game recognize game

And my niggas know

House shoes on rich gang stitched in my row

Fly niggas just a belt that you're tryna price

We gettin' to it everyday same thing tonight

G shit from the block, you already know

The homie told me we gon get it, had to let it go

Yeah been where the weed at

You know I wasn't trippin, man, I just couldn't see that

Now I'm trippy getting faded with my drink

Got beginning of the pack for the cash you know I lead that

(?) language I ain't never speak that

But my homies on the left side, yeah they see that