Bleacher

We the niggas make your hoe giggle
Give her that sweet stuff skittles
I know she the one if she walking and it jiggles
I know I make it look simple
Why you niggas hate still a goddamn riddle
He said he was fire and we know he gon’ fizzle
My guys know nothing comes in the middle
You got a vest and we aiming for your mental
M.O.B ties are essential
G.O.D plays my parental
I’d call you niggas my sons but y’all cap too much and I’m not Gepetto
All facts, no printer
Flow’s so heavenly had em’ screaming JESUS
No it’s VICTOR
Opps, familiar with my middle fingеr
Not just me, I’m taking my G’s up
Mama said “keep those jeans up”
Nigga, I’m not just a singеr
Not always jolly like Angelina
He’s solid when everybody watching but when he gone, he reporting just like, Bleacher
You might be cooler I doubt it, but I know my raps is cleaner
O20N31, Nigga, you’ll see us
My young boy can’t operate a cell that well but he’ll take you out of the picture
And he’ll do it quicker than most
And he’s little like boat
And he’s violent I know
He’s mama wishing he could take it slow just a little bit and grow
I got some guys that are with me and they follow me like my name was code
I don’t walk on water, no, but in me they keeping their hope
I told them don’t please
I’m trynna do something like Aubrey
Or Jay Z
Or Stormzy
Honestly, it’s getting lonely
Lord knows this isn’t just for me
Only trees being done round here got my grandpa in it

What you talkin’ bout nigga? (Huh?)
If I started it I’ll finish (That’s facts)
If YOU started it, I’ll finish (yeah)
I’m doing your job and my job nigga, how you feel? (You dig, you dig)
O20N31 nigga, you know what it is, (you know what it is nigga) Yeah
Yeah
It’s Victor (you know)