Don’t Be a Vic

[Intro: Chris Crack]
Yeah, bitch!
Uh, late night trauma that's from the semi shot
And I'm twisted in my Fendi socks
Don't pay attention to herbs
That's thanking you for workin' with me
It's Lil' Hugo, I just purchased fifty
And somebody should ask about me, relax around me
Always tax about it
So just rub a gretney
Too much sauce, never double dippin'
If I did that murder, you know I have my brother with me
Twin gold Max up in that Nike box
Your wifey hot, aw shit, she'd probably like me now
Polo skipper, so wipe me down
How you happy for a nigga that you don't know?
That's fake love, and it won't grow
How you on a nigga dick, ain't been to one show?
Your type slow, you bite flows
I can't make this up
Now I'm killin' all these hooks like I'm Rufio
And this make me wanna get all in the booty, yo
UberPool to the studio
I told 'em braid my hair like I'm Coolio, R. Kells, or maybe Mario
I know some éses in the barrio that do the job
And what's a dream to a nigga that don't sleep?
I was lost in the county for one week on traffic
Now I'm back snapping
Then I had to ask them bitches what's happening
And we just smashing Tabitha and Ashney
And she nasty 'cause she past it
Ay, don't get sassy
I just left the haberdashery classic
Crack cocaine made me a bastard
That was a government tactic
And I pimp so many hoes
I could spell it backwards
We doin' derbo Fridays, my way (Skrrrrr!)
Now we pullin' down the highway
The flyway
We doin' derbo Fridays, my way (Skrrrrr!)
Now we pullin' down the highway
The flyway

[Outro]
*Police sirens*
No, no, no! Get in!
Didn't ask, bro!