Suede Peach Couch
Vic Spencer
GENRE
[Intro]
These niggas is not nowhere near fucking with you dog
I promise
I’m unstoppable right now mother fucker
(Yeah that’s right)
[Verse 1]
Uh, I’m gonna be that nigga soon
Triggers boom blow you outside from the living room
Call that shit dead-flix and chilling
I’m feeling sensational, bed flips to the ceiling
These niggas is trash the garbage is not worth having [?]
I won’t be happy ‘til all these rap niggas is finished
Niggas is nowadays starting podcasts
The wrong person jumping up before the law passed
I need to do eight albums and them I’m done with rap
Fifty years old with the red and black lumberjack
(With the hat to match)
Chickas grab my wood
Wrap up the good, Cuban cigars imported from Suge
I’m the fucking villain in the chopped coupe
Swerve on blocks with sneakers the color of hot soup
I’m not cute so you can stop with all your comparisons
Hit you in the face with all the rings from my married friends
[Bridge]
Haha
Knocked the fuck out nigaa
Fucking verses is impeccable
That’s why they say you the hardest nigga out man amen
[Verse 2]
Catch me outside riding over east
Fish bowl on these niggas so they know it’s me (It’s V nigga)
Rappers be in my head, they missing the aim
I stand straight so I sit in your frame
I’m too invisible, it’s easy to get rid of you
Critical, I’m catching crocodiles with a fishing hook
No shootouts ‘cause niggas be having cannon fest
I am the best, got more trees than wonderland express
I move fast like the fall season
A hundred thousand rappers rushing me and they all bleed (Ew)
Y’all reasons is fickle, niggas is tissue
Pick up a pistol lift up a missile, shit is official
Whole ounce stashed in my wife Ugg boots
Still out [?] judging the judge suite
These rappers sweeter than diabetes
Give me credit before you see the paramedics
[Bridge 2]
Hey you the police right there I’m out
I got the thumper on me
Aight nigga I’m on my way to the booth
You catch body bags I catch them too
[Outro]
Uh, big ass machine guns
Y’all new albums ain’t even fuck with Vic Greenthumbs
The shit came out five years ago
Smoking big dro with your momma in front of the store in order to get more
These niggas is not nowhere near fucking with you dog
I promise
I’m unstoppable right now mother fucker
(Yeah that’s right)
[Verse 1]
Uh, I’m gonna be that nigga soon
Triggers boom blow you outside from the living room
Call that shit dead-flix and chilling
I’m feeling sensational, bed flips to the ceiling
These niggas is trash the garbage is not worth having [?]
I won’t be happy ‘til all these rap niggas is finished
Niggas is nowadays starting podcasts
The wrong person jumping up before the law passed
I need to do eight albums and them I’m done with rap
Fifty years old with the red and black lumberjack
(With the hat to match)
Chickas grab my wood
Wrap up the good, Cuban cigars imported from Suge
I’m the fucking villain in the chopped coupe
Swerve on blocks with sneakers the color of hot soup
I’m not cute so you can stop with all your comparisons
Hit you in the face with all the rings from my married friends
[Bridge]
Haha
Knocked the fuck out nigaa
Fucking verses is impeccable
That’s why they say you the hardest nigga out man amen
[Verse 2]
Catch me outside riding over east
Fish bowl on these niggas so they know it’s me (It’s V nigga)
Rappers be in my head, they missing the aim
I stand straight so I sit in your frame
I’m too invisible, it’s easy to get rid of you
Critical, I’m catching crocodiles with a fishing hook
No shootouts ‘cause niggas be having cannon fest
I am the best, got more trees than wonderland express
I move fast like the fall season
A hundred thousand rappers rushing me and they all bleed (Ew)
Y’all reasons is fickle, niggas is tissue
Pick up a pistol lift up a missile, shit is official
Whole ounce stashed in my wife Ugg boots
Still out [?] judging the judge suite
These rappers sweeter than diabetes
Give me credit before you see the paramedics
[Bridge 2]
Hey you the police right there I’m out
I got the thumper on me
Aight nigga I’m on my way to the booth
You catch body bags I catch them too
[Outro]
Uh, big ass machine guns
Y’all new albums ain’t even fuck with Vic Greenthumbs
The shit came out five years ago
Smoking big dro with your momma in front of the store in order to get more
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