Lloyd Beerus - Vítílígø Thøts Lyrics

I been popping pills
Swear these tricks it not for kids
JT in the building
Better tell that hoe to strip
She can't touch the product
Please somebody give her gloves
Get up in the stu
An tell the G to hurry up
Hurry Up
Swear
Swear I'm getting mad
I been kick and pushing on this board
I'm not a grad
Hit you 808
I swear these acorn finally crack
Yeah I be the Joker don't tell Harley
Where I'm at
Where I'm at?
Don't tell Harley where I'm at
Now that niggas Yavy
On him death bed
He been acting different
Ever since he started dreads
He said Fuck them shorties
I'm just tryna get my bread
Maken point 6
Out the motha fucking gram (Sheesh)
I been poppin' pillies
Swear these tricks it not for kids
JT in the building better tell that hoe to strip
She can't touch the product
Please somebody get her kid
Kid
Glock, Glocky gotta beem
I been runnin' game up on these shorties
Not a teen
We can't go all night
I'm talk'n get the bag an leave
I said get the Bag an leave
We dont got no time to wait waste
That hoe a little sleaze
We gone have to pock allat doe
Before we leave
Run up in your crib
We toten Glocks
Don't make us squeeze
Dona throw that ass
She make it clap
Like every week, every week
Swear I'm getting mad
I been kick and pushin' on this board
I'm not a grad
Hit you 808
I swear these acorn finna to crack
Yeah I be the Joker dont tell Harley where Im at, where I'm at
Where I'm at?

I been popping pills
Swear these tricks it not for kids
JT in the building
Better tell that hoe to strip
She can't touch the product
Please somebody give her gloves
Get up in the stu
An tell the G to hurry up
Hurry Up
Swear
Swear I'm getting mad
I been kick and pushing on this board
I'm not a grad
Hit you 808
I swear these acorn finally crack
Yeah I be the Joker don't tell Harley
Where I'm at
Where I'm at?
Don't tell Harley where I'm at
Now that niggas Yavy
On him death bed
He been acting different
Ever since he started dreads
He said Fuck them shorties
I'm just tryna get my bread
Maken point 6
Out the motha fucking gram (Sheesh)
I been poppin' pillies
Swear these tricks it not for kids
JT in the building better tell that hoe to strip
She can't touch the product
Please somebody get her kid
Kid
Glock, Glocky gotta beem
I been runnin' game up on these shorties
Not a teen
We can't go all night
I'm talk'n get the bag an leave
I said get the Bag an leave
We dont got no time to wait waste
That hoe a little sleaze
We gone have to pock allat doe
Before we leave
Run up in your crib
We toten Glocks
Don't make us squeeze
Dona throw that ass
She make it clap
Like every week, every week
Swear I'm getting mad
I been kick and pushin' on this board
I'm not a grad
Hit you 808
I swear these acorn finna to crack
Yeah I be the Joker dont tell Harley where Im at, where I'm at
Where I'm at?