vice city remix

Homie you a hater you are bitch made

I'm in the kitchen seeing what your bitch made

Damn she made my favorite chicken and mac n cheese

If you keep talking shit you'll catch the mac seventeen

Two nines with banana clips when these apes hit your KIA

Then roll up on your familia, show n tell my AK

I'll ice you i'm stone cold like fucking alaska in december

Forget the name forget my face better if you don't remember

Rolling up that Buddha cause up state that's how we fly

Not good for you but i get love i'm white bread your rye

Smoking on my front porch with a couple B's

Bitches and bottles that's all i really need

Upstate not much to do except get in trouble

I'm not usually like this i need to stay humble

But when this beat bump i start feeling like mr. hyde

Damn when i feel this haters and canary better hide

I'm nineteen started making songs but been freestyling since seventh grade

I've been on and off with it but now it's time to get fucking made

maybe a mixtape next year singles for now or a remix that's it

fuck it if i win or lose but you will never see me forfeit

wont stop till i hit the top i'll be the best won't ever settle

i'll get that gold on my wrist and on my neck but not a medal

the cops can't catch up or think head i'll guarantee

so i'm killing flows slaying hoes ain't nobody stopping me