BabyTron, Drego, Beno - Vaxuum Sealed lyrics

Boy (Meech)
Man

I ain't gon' lie
I ain't shit without my vacuum seal
Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills
Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your bitch, she eat dick
She ain't got no chill
You was a bitch back in the day
You a ho still heard the block got too hot
Trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel

Get your bitch, she on my D-I
Yeah, I be with five niggas, bitch
Like I'm BI (On Bloods)
Made a hundred thou' on the road in a Nissan
Had niggas runnin' 'round givin'
Tips like they TI

Kinky freaky bitch
I'm pullin' down her knee-highs
I watched her snort three lines, Adidas
She let me fuck
Then I threw her ass the peace sign
Man, these niggas sell they soul for a cosign
I'll turn your bag up like a doorknob
I sent her out with the dog
That's a blowjob
Nigga all on my dick, that's his ho job
I done ran through more scripts than Beaumont
Get the bag to you quicker than Jimmy Johns
Who done caught more bodies than 50 shh
The load on timeout
I keep it quiet for the vacuum seal

She say she want that new Saint Laurent
On the back of the heels
I love when she suck dick and moan, yeah
It turn me up
Five, six, seven Perc', bitch, yeah
I'm booted up
She said can she hold somethin'? Told
A bitch to hold these nuts
Spread them legs, get on the bed, baby, yeah
I love to fuck

I ain't gon' lie
I ain't shit without my vacuum seal
Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills
Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your bitch, she eat dick
She ain't got no chill
You was a bitch back in the day
You a ho still heard the block got too hot
Trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel

On the 7 with a thigh pad like I'm Mike Vick
Blicky in the other pocket
Better not try to try shit
Oversized Helmut Lang, Mike Amiris tight fit
Pint of Wock', zip of Runtz, chillin'
On my high shit boy, who not trippin'?
2016, she wouldn't fuck
But now I got chicken
You dressin' up for the hoes
I'm in the Crocs with it shooter down bad
So he gon' hit him in his top with it
Thirty shots the fully way
Now he on Fox with it
Shit, that's some bad news
Thousand dollar Bape
Show my ass like a baboon
Christian Loubs on my feet, finna flash blue
Gen5 with me even when I'm in the bathroom
201, 101, I got a puncher with me
This is not a Scatpack
It's a fuckin' kitty
Hellcats, Hellcats, fuckin' up the city
Ride around dolo
But I got another hundred with me
Fell asleep off the drugs
Woke up to a package
Wake up and get my pros up, it's a habit
Huh

I ain't gon' lie
I ain't shit without my vacuum seal
Young nigga slap dope and I tax on pills
Young nigga just tryna get his Buffalo Bills
I was twenty-one when I had a quarter mil'
Get your bitch, she eat dick
She ain't got no chill
You was a bitch back in the day
You a ho still heard the block got too hot
Trap out the hotel
Mix the cheese with the beef like it's Rotel