Che - ​i swear this pack thrax lyrics

Ayy
Ayy, Vlo, Vlo, I thought you was a trap nigga

It's crazy your whole lil' collective
Don't fuck wit' you
I was gon' pay for your Lyft
Spend a buck or two
Niggas, they duckin' 'cause Chance
Tryna buck wit' you (yeah)
Ayy, lil' Taliban
Go ahead and dump that dude
Casper gon' drop you
Nigga gon' slump that dude
You cryin' to Booly
Why you tryna suck that dude?
800pts, he tried to fuck on you
How the fuck you let a
White nigga push on you? (yeah)
"I was thirteen when I did it", stop lyin'
Called you a bitch, then a fuck nigga flyin'
Up in the air like a mo'fuckin' pilot
We puttin' Vlo on t-shirt, design it
Why you online showin'
Your fuckin' privates?
I got your address, but I'll keep it private

Yo, freestyle, freestyle, freestyle
Freestyle hey, baby
Freestyle hey, baby?
Freestyle hey, baby
Nah, nah, that's wild

Nigga, bitch, who was finished?
You was suckin' Boolymon, wait for replenish
I got thе fuck nigga, hittin' his tendon
Ask where his addrеss
That nigga was pendin'
Two twin Glocks, but they shoot independent
Nigga too broke for a ride, I'ma send it
Nigga join the 4ersona, denied
I get the fuck nigga cut
Like some pieces of pie
Shit goin' right through his side
One hit wonder?, Bitch
I made a hunnid reside

Nah, let's talk about it, fuck nigga
I just dropped a song two days
Ago, number one on the billboard, bitch
You ain't ever doin' that, fuck nigga

Them nigga had told me
"Vlo talkin' on my ho"
Them nigga had told me
"Vlo talkin' on my ho"
Them nigga had told me
"Vlo talkin' on my ho"
We gon' bop, bop, fuck nigga, what's good?
Just wanted to let y'all know, Hemi
Yo' a dick ridin' bitch
And that's understood
What the fuck is a V-L-O?
Oh shit, I'm trippin', that's in my wood
We had a B-L-O, we let it B-L-Ow
Tap on E-L-O, 'cause we finna slide
V-L-O, where your ass tryna hide?
And, this shit 'thrax, boy
I'm gettin' high
Take off his head, I'll light up his mind
I don't know why I'm dissin'
'cause I'm wastin' my time
I get you gone for a tax, Mxlachi
Head, shoulders, knees, like gra da da da
He talkin' down, we gon' aim his matha
I heard you trap sayin' "Ra da da da"
If Cash pulled up
You would've been like "My God"
Bitch, you a clone and I feel like your papa
You wanna shake me, go make it maraca
Booly don't fuck wit' you
He not your partner

Ayy nigga, uh, i'm finna hop on a flight to
LA and the shit with gang
Y'all say some shit with Cash, fuck nigga