Vill - different Lyrics

Damn these percs they dancing all up in my f*cking stomach, finna vomit
Finna flick up, with my stick tucked while I'm in the f*cking commons
Finna flex up on these niggas, finna flex up
'Cause I got different fits in different ways, different fits for different days
Rick Owens shoes, I'm Givenchy wearing too
Like on the news, we gon' put him in a noose
Too many bad bitches around how will I choose
And a young Christmas going up, how will I lose?
Had to talk to God, theres a demon stuck inside my soul
Had to catch a pack, send that shit off, then I'm back on go
When you count this much money, I promise this shit don't get old
Original (Japanese denim)
I sold my soul (veins full of venom)
Pockets on swole

Bad bitch looking in my eye 'cause she tryn' sit up on my dick
Bitch do a split
These niggas jokes, I must of thought I'm in a skit
Im going crazy counting these racks, but these hoes know I'm legit
I pour up baby, know I'm sipping Wokhardt or some f*cking Tris

Damn these percs they dancing all up in my f*cking stomach, finna vomit
Finna flick up, with my stick tucked while I'm in the f*cking commons
Finna flex up on these niggas, finna flex up
'Cause I got different fits in different ways, different fits for different days
Rick Owens shoes, I'm Givenchy wearing too
Like on the news, we gon' put him in a noose
Too many bad bitches around how will I choose
And a young Christmas going up, how will I lose?
Had to talk to God, theres a demon stuck inside my soul
Had to catch a pack, send that shit off, then I'm back on go
When you count this much money, I promise this shit don't get old
Original (Japanese denim)
I sold my soul (veins full of venom)
Pockets on swole