Maison2500 - V£NOM Lyrics

Yo Luca where you at?
Bitch
I ain't really just started none of this either
I'm getting tired of this, yeah
I'm getting tired of this, yeah
Beefing rap niggas cause i'm fuckin' they bitches
I'm sipping all of they liquor
Codeine in my gut I make her swallow my venom
Yeah, I was first in line can't be the last one to hit her
300 for a line what you mean I be trippin' (I swear)
Nike tech, Raf Simmons
And when I met Rocky he said I'm a jiggy lil' nigga (I guess)
I'm a picky lil' nigga (I guess)
This certainly Balenci nigga nah I ain't rocking no guess
I just sold you muddy like my money, stretched
I came up from the muddy I go back to Gidi blessed (Bitch I'm blessed)
I'm fucking up all these racks
I count up a check
Boss up my bitch (Oh yeah)
2500, got 30 rounds in the clip
I pop me a seal, I got me a deal
I ride in a lamb chop, it slide like a seal
I made some racks off a laptop
I'm rocking all dead stock
She fuck with that ass out, I got me some bands now
I see through the bullshit, I clear out my leans
I was sniffing on glue sticks, but I'm on them percs now
I'm off them addy's, I'm lasting longer in baddies
I took some time off of music so I could focus on trappin'
I'm geekin' up I get looney I wash 'em down in Miami
I'm getting tired of this, yeah
Beefing rap n****** cause i'm fuckin' they bitches
I'm sipping all of they liquor
Codeine in my gut I make her swallow my venom
Yeah, I was first in line can't be the last one to hit her
300 for a line what you mean I be trippin' (I swear)
Nike tech, Raf Simmons
And when I met Rocky he said I'm a jiggy lil' nigga (I guess)

Yo Luca where you at?
Bitch
I ain't really just started none of this either
I'm getting tired of this, yeah
I'm getting tired of this, yeah
Beefing rap niggas cause i'm fuckin' they bitches
I'm sipping all of they liquor
Codeine in my gut I make her swallow my venom
Yeah, I was first in line can't be the last one to hit her
300 for a line what you mean I be trippin' (I swear)
Nike tech, Raf Simmons
And when I met Rocky he said I'm a jiggy lil' nigga (I guess)
I'm a picky lil' nigga (I guess)
This certainly Balenci nigga nah I ain't rocking no guess
I just sold you muddy like my money, stretched
I came up from the muddy I go back to Gidi blessed (Bitch I'm blessed)
I'm fucking up all these racks
I count up a check
Boss up my bitch (Oh yeah)
2500, got 30 rounds in the clip
I pop me a seal, I got me a deal
I ride in a lamb chop, it slide like a seal
I made some racks off a laptop
I'm rocking all dead stock
She fuck with that ass out, I got me some bands now
I see through the bullshit, I clear out my leans
I was sniffing on glue sticks, but I'm on them percs now
I'm off them addy's, I'm lasting longer in baddies
I took some time off of music so I could focus on trappin'
I'm geekin' up I get looney I wash 'em down in Miami
I'm getting tired of this, yeah
Beefing rap n****** cause i'm fuckin' they bitches
I'm sipping all of they liquor
Codeine in my gut I make her swallow my venom
Yeah, I was first in line can't be the last one to hit her
300 for a line what you mean I be trippin' (I swear)
Nike tech, Raf Simmons
And when I met Rocky he said I'm a jiggy lil' nigga (I guess)