Vrss - 3-D Lyfe Lyrics

Yeah they know I go hard
Step to the scene they freeze like Nardwuar
Yeah see me in the air like Go star
New bag on me bitch this Goyard
Ouu I got no problems homie
Yeah new bad bitch she slide on me
She take her time get real sloppy
Got a nigga like me seeing 3D
Yeah I'ma just run it up
Yeah I'ma just run it up
Yeah I'ma just run it up
Run it up Run it up
I'ma run it up
I'ma run it up
I'ma run it up baby I don't give a fuck
Getting them racks in
No, I can not give it up
Shawty wanna come slide with a real one
I'ma have to show her something
I make the money twerk
She go berserk
I need a boost bitch give me a perc
I need your friend too
I'ma go mental
All in her head like some mother-fucking Cantu
Ha
I'm just here for the vibes
Sorry not sorry you know I can not lie
Walk in the city with my guys
You know I had to turn it up a notch
We get live in this bitch
Start to mobbing and shit
I just picked the motion up we bout to crash in this bitch yeah
Uhh
I'm bout to pop my shit like this oh yeah
Put a nigga in a box I'ma hop out I'ma get loose
See me in a all black cream coupe
Suicide doors okay yuh yeah
Get to the money get paid
Young nigga like me? Ain't no way
There's always a way
I'm taking this shit day by day
I hear all the hate I don't care tho
I want the riches like pharaoh
I need a whole lot of zeros
Spin again
I'ma just spin again
I'm feeling like Uzi my twin though
Sit back rolling up endo
Too much smoke open a window
Feeling good she want to feel my wood
I'ma pop her hood
We gon' fly we gon' fly away we gon' touch the sun
We gon' fly we gon' fly away
We gon' fly we gon' fly away we gon' touch the sun
We gon' touch the sun
We gon' touch the sun

Yeah they know I go hard
Step to the scene they freeze like Nardwuar
Yeah see me in the air like Go star
New bag on me bitch this Goyard
Ouu I got no problems homie
Yeah new bad bitch she slide on me
She take her time get real sloppy
Got a nigga like me seeing 3D
Yeah I'ma just run it up
Yeah I'ma just run it up
Yeah I'ma just run it up
Run it up Run it up
I'ma run it up
I'ma run it up
I'ma run it up baby I don't give a fuck
Getting them racks in
No, I can not give it up
Shawty wanna come slide with a real one
I'ma have to show her something
I make the money twerk
She go berserk
I need a boost bitch give me a perc
I need your friend too
I'ma go mental
All in her head like some mother-fucking Cantu
Ha
I'm just here for the vibes
Sorry not sorry you know I can not lie
Walk in the city with my guys
You know I had to turn it up a notch
We get live in this bitch
Start to mobbing and shit
I just picked the motion up we bout to crash in this bitch yeah
Uhh
I'm bout to pop my shit like this oh yeah
Put a nigga in a box I'ma hop out I'ma get loose
See me in a all black cream coupe
Suicide doors okay yuh yeah
Get to the money get paid
Young nigga like me? Ain't no way
There's always a way
I'm taking this shit day by day
I hear all the hate I don't care tho
I want the riches like pharaoh
I need a whole lot of zeros
Spin again
I'ma just spin again
I'm feeling like Uzi my twin though
Sit back rolling up endo
Too much smoke open a window
Feeling good she want to feel my wood
I'ma pop her hood
We gon' fly we gon' fly away we gon' touch the sun
We gon' fly we gon' fly away
We gon' fly we gon' fly away we gon' touch the sun
We gon' touch the sun
We gon' touch the sun