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Tle Cinco – Vixen Lyrics

Ayy
Pull out the AR, cook beef like a kitchen
Police treat the gang like some villains
They know I’m numb to the pain, and no, ain’t got no feelings
Leave his shit stank like some chitterlings (Let’s go)
These niggas really be broke, and they can’t even fix it
My bitch so bad, the bitch look like a vixen
Perc’ got me numb, give a f**k if they feeling me
Not chasing hoes, waste of energy
I keep the K on my side, treat this bitch like my mini-me
If I ain’t rich, then I’m finna be
And if it’s beef, we gon’ crawl in your grass like a centipede
I had to turn this shit up, they wasn’t hearin’ me
You want a feat’, then you better send the cash ‘fore you send a beat
Smokin’ exotic, no ten a G
[Verse 1]
I keep the strap and I’m poppin’ off first, ain’t no killin’ me
Before alphabet, bitch, I been a G
If I pop out with this stick and y’all deep, then I’m killin’ three
I’m high as f**k like a ceiling be
Spin with the doors off, we shoot out the roof of the rental, G
f**k TSL, bitch, I’m TLE (Let’s go)
And bitch, I’m cold with that mic and that Glock like my feelings be
Ain’t got the change for a verse, nigga, send a P, is you hearin’ me? in the booth with no pad or no pencil, I don’t write, homie
Diamonds moonwalk, they gon’ dance when the lights on me
I’m throwin’ cash like it’s rice on me (Let’s go)
We get to slidin’ out Wraiths, just might spin on a bike on ’em
Brand new Glock got your life on it (Let’s go)
Niggas be high in the spot, get the drop, spend the night on ’em
We havin’ sticks like a hike on ’em (Let’s go)
[Chorus]
Off of this shit, I swear I made a killing
Hop out double cup, what you sippin’? K got the scope and the knife on it
G.O.A.T. Ayy
Pull up the chopper, cook shit like a kitchen
Police treat the gang like some villains
They know I’m numb to the pain, and no, ain’t got no feelings
Leave his shit stank like some chitterlings (Let’s go)
These niggas really be broke, and they can’t even fix it
My bitch so bad, the bitch look like a vixen (Let’s go)
Perc’ got me numb, give a f**k if they feeling me
Not chasing hoes, waste of energy
I keep the K on my side, treat this bitch like my mini-me
If I ain’t rich, then I’m finna be
And if it’s beef, we gon’ crawl in your grass like a centipede
I had to turn this shit up, they wasn’t hearin’ me
You want a feat’, then you better send the cash ‘fore you send a beat
Smokin’ exotic, no ten a G
[Verse 2]
Try to rob me, nigga, swear I’ll be damned
You better have a change of plans, ayy
Racks in my pants and they makin’ me sag
Designer, I don’t do the Vans
We might just spin out the coupe or the truck or the van
I get the beam with the drum like a band
They know I take everything and I take all my chances
Chiefing on opps like you Kansas
And I draw down with that Glock like I’m paint on the canvas
In five months, finessed the whole campus (On God)
Then I dropped out and I got on the mic and I ranned it
Then bought some chills, they can’t stand me (On God)
I drop an opp quicker than an opp bitch drop her panties
Focused off Percs, got me staring (Let’s go)
Then we go spin an opp block in the low-key Camry
Catch an opp like Jarvis Landry and I’m sprayin’ him
[Chorus]
Off of this shit, I swear I made a killing
Hop out double cup, what you sippin’? [Intro]
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[Chorus]
Off of this shit, I swear I made a killing
Hop out double cup, what you sippin’? Ayy
Pull up the chopper, cook shit like a kitchen
Police treat the gang like some villains
They know I’m numb to the pain, and no, ain’t got no feelings
Leave his shit stank like some chitterlings
These niggas really be broke, and they can’t even fix it
My bitch so bad, the bitch look like a vixen
Perc’ got me numb, give a f**k if they feeling me
Not chasing hoes, waste of energy
I keep the K on my side, treat this bitch like my mini-me
If I ain’t rich, then I’m finna be
And if it’s beef, we gon’ crawl in your grass like a centipede
I had to turn this shit up, they wasn’t hearin’ me
You want a feat’, then you better send the cash ‘fore you send a beat
Smokin’ exotic, no ten a G (Let’s go)
[Outro]
Feeling me, ayy
Good luck on killing me, ayy
Feeling me, ayy
And I shoot first, good luck on killing me
Crawl in your grass like a centipede, ayy
f**k TSL, bitch, I’m TLE
These niggas know what it really be
I get to spinnin’ out Wraiths, we be spinnin’ with mini-mes