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Vultures

¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign
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[00:01.31] All eyes is on me

[00:03.17] Won’t tell no lies, won’t hold my tongue

[00:06.35] Don’t cry for me

[00:09.54] (This Chicago, nigga)

[00:13.28] I don’t have no rapper friends, I hang with the vultures

[00:15.67] Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over

[00:19.12] Big ol’ nigga, he’s a big ol’ goofy, Rudy Gobert

[00:22.31] Jump off in that lane, you gon’ get put on a poster

[00:25.76] New Ferrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster

[00:28.96] I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt

[00:32.13] We gon’ do some shoppin’ later, I’ma need some throat first

[00:35.59] I just got some head in a Ghost and I ghost her

[00:38.78] Yeah-yeah, outta here, them boys tryna go for

[00:41.98] I see him out with her and pretend like I don’t know her

[00:45.45] I can’t do no features with you, nigga, it’s a “No, sir”

[00:48.64] Hottest nigga on Earth, I’m not really from Earth

[00:52.09] We don’t dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first

[00:55.28] I put in my own work, better do your homework

[00:58.46] I can hear that money callin’, I pick up the first ring (Yeah)

[01:01.67] What, you gon’ charge that old man for that pussy? Girl, don’t hurt me (Go)

[01:05.17] Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all your insurance up

[01:08.36] Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers

[01:11.55] Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave, I don’t care who she fuck

[01:15.00] Air shit out her closet, it’s hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS

[01:18.21] I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me

[01:21.70] You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me

[01:24.89] Askin’ for my gun when I’m in Cali’, nigga, this your city

[01:28.08] Why you DM’in’ my bitch actin’ like we fuck? These hoes below-semi

[01:31.27] Street niggas want ramen, I don’t like calamari

[01:34.45] Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari

[01:37.68] Never tell her “Sorry”, this car a Ferrari

[01:41.14] Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi

[01:44.32] (This Chicago, nigga, go)

[01:45.12] Three gang leaders with me, all times

[01:47.78] I don’t know who I fucked last night, I got Alzheimer’s

[01:50.97] I don’t know who them hoes is, man, they all lyin’

[01:54.42] Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man, they all fine

[01:57.61] Runnin’ hooligan, and we with the foolishness

[02:00.56] How I’m anti-Semitic? I just fucked a Jewish bitch

[02:04.01] I just fucked Scooter’s bitch and we ran up like Olympics

[02:07.20] Got pregnant in the threesome, so whose baby is it?

[02:10.39] Whose baby is it?

[02:14.38] My niggas puttin’ belt to ass, pull up with the switches

[02:17.30] This ain’t Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions

[02:20.78] This ain’t Columbine, but we came in with the trenches

[02:23.96] She askin’ me to aim for her neck, ’cause her boyfriend bought that necklace

[02:27.15] With the trenches, precious, with the trenches

[02:30.64] Fuck it, I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist

[02:33.29] With the trenches, I’ve been livin’ reckless

[02:36.48] I wish Takeoff wasn’t there that night in Houston, Texas (With the trenches)

[02:39.99] Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back, that was my best friend

[02:43.18] Boys, I need you to give me somethin’ big, I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs

[02:46.10] Skip to the vert, tell the ho “No, I don’t wanna fuck”

[02:48.54] She can suck-suck-suck it, ’til she suck it dry

[02:50.41] California nigga with some European freaks

[02:53.33] Bad-ass bitch from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me

[02:56.54] Stick on me, even though I got security

[02:59.20] Even though she got a man, she know he ain’t as pure as me, seriously

[03:03.45] Seems like it back tradin’ in my Urus for the puro keys

[03:06.64] Couple grey hairs up in my beard, that’s showin’ my maturity, yeah

[03:09.83] Ayy, shoutout to my symphony, 9th Ave, spaced out

[03:14.87] We beat that shit so differently and brilliantly

[03:17.53] Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we both YG

[03:19.92] Fades in the backyard, no talkin’, take flight instantly

[03:23.10] It ain’t that deep, boot up my nigga, James Cool

[03:25.49] My nigga, that’s drugs, she snottin’ that P out that D

[03:27.84] She want me to put some of this coke in her butt, ugh

[03:30.28] She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine

[03:33.47] Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change

[03:35.55] Just like my exes, she told me that “You changed”, yeah, yeah, yeah

[03:39.28] Lotta them rappers be fuckin’ it up

[03:40.87] Still screamin’ “Free TC, Melly, and Thug”

[03:42.99] Fuck the police, if we be hearin’ the judge

[03:44.59] Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug

[03:46.18] Don’t wanna go out, she’d rather do drugs

[03:47.79] Can’t be my main if we met in the club

[03:49.37] Give me somethin’, bitch, I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs

[03:52.82] Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna fuck

[03:53.88] Here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck

[03:55.21] I’m shootin’, game to light that

[03:56.28] Give me somethin’, bitch, I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs

[03:58.45] Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna fuck

[04:00.04] Here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck

[04:01.67] I’m shootin’, game to light that

[04:02.99] Game to light that-

[04:04.86] Game to light that-

[04:06.45] Game to light that-

[04:08.04] Game to light that-

[04:08.57] Game to light that-