Lyrics Vince Staples

Vince Staples

Phat Wemin

Old School Cadillac With the Tint

If I’m At Top, Tell The Fat Woman Strip

Premium Vodka, Weed, and Girls

And any other rap shit things you've heard

I treat you faggots like I'm Tim Hardaway

God got my Nextely, hit me if he gotta pray

What these so called dues that I gotta pay?

Old niggas scared cause the new niggas got the Ks beat

Key Nyata made, caught the body, caught the case

Big poppa pump, pop the trunk, blow a cop away

They soft as Petey Pablo helicopter blades

Choppin blades, like I'm pimping Chad

'97 slab(s), Saab 9000, color of Spinelli hat

Straight out the deli with that big Mac 11

And it's for the beef shreddin'. John Lennon of my fucking trap

Can you roger that, Roger Mayweather hands hard

Hitting when I go to bat, you niggas notice that

Never fuck with niggas who can point out where your momma live

The shooters, cause 9 times out of 10, you lose her

That murder ain't a thing, got the Shawnn Kemp Ruger

At the trap off Hoopa, fully loaded when I shoot it

Feel that loud hadouken ho, real trill, you should know

Since my days at optimal academy

Picture like Maddux with a magnum in the black Ford Galaxy

I hope he rages, ain't no point in dodging when I grab the 3

Shoot the 3, Reggie Miller 93, 31, 32

Harold Miner quick release, run and shoot

So if I was you, I would try and pay attention

Niggas trying to catch a buzz, I'm just trying to catch you slipping