Stressin'
Vil
GENRE
[Intro: Vil]
MATHIAS, hahahaha
Yeah
[Chorus: Vil]
Ayy, why you stressin'?
Ayy, why you talkin'? (Talk)
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin' (Talkin')
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Skrrt)
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, why you stressin'? (Why you stressin'?)
Ayy, why you talkin'? (Talkin'?)
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin'
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Skrrt, poppin')
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Vil]
Ayy, ayy, I'm with Tes X and she just popped an X (Pop)
I'm cruisin' in the Model X, well, she gon' give me neck (Vroom)
I got the Glock on me, I told my bro, "Go hold the TEC" (Pop)
And please don't talk to me, I do not care, just save your breath
Proud of me (Proud), I know she proud of me (Yeah)
When I step inside the function, all the hate surrounding me
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
He got hit 'cause he was clownin' me
I don't think he gon' make it 'cause the bullets hit his artery (Goddamn)
Let's get right to the point, and why you keep on callin' me?
You see me doin' good, so you tellin' me you sorry (Huh?)
Get that fake shit out my life, surrounded by love, these people part of me
Why you stressin' 'bout a bitch when I'm more worried 'bout which car to bring? Damn (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: Vil]
Ayy, why you stressin'? (Stress)
Ayy, why you talkin'?
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin' (Uh-uh)
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Skrrt)
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin'
Ayy, why you stressin'? (Why you stressin'?)
Ayy, why you talkin'? (Talkin'?)
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin'
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Get it poppin')
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin' (Skrrrt)
[Verse 2: Tes X]
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, I feel the same now
I just bought a fucking coupe and blew the fucking brains out
Niggas say I'm switchin' for the motherfucking fame now
Only fucking thing I'm switching is my fucking lanes now
They should call me Drake 'cause I never been the same (Okay)
Pussy boy talkin' all that shit, we play your brain (Oh yeah)
I was robbin', stealin', niggas, I was taking chains
And I fucked a nigga's bitch 'cause he was actin' super lame (Shh)
We been gettin' money
Niggas talkin' shit and saying that I'm up to something
But I ain't up to nothing, bitch, I'm tryna stack these hunnids
Blue face bills in the back like I'm a junky
Blue face bills, I'm a pump him like a—
Double cupped, the mud up
We be throwin' gang signs 'cause my niggas Bloods, yuh
I was in the prison doin' push ups, gettin' cut up
We gon' send 'em shells, we gon' give that boy a buzz cut
Stop all the talkin', little bitch, shut the fuck up
MATHIAS, hahahaha
Yeah
[Chorus: Vil]
Ayy, why you stressin'?
Ayy, why you talkin'? (Talk)
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin' (Talkin')
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Skrrt)
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, why you stressin'? (Why you stressin'?)
Ayy, why you talkin'? (Talkin'?)
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin'
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Skrrt, poppin')
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin' (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Vil]
Ayy, ayy, I'm with Tes X and she just popped an X (Pop)
I'm cruisin' in the Model X, well, she gon' give me neck (Vroom)
I got the Glock on me, I told my bro, "Go hold the TEC" (Pop)
And please don't talk to me, I do not care, just save your breath
Proud of me (Proud), I know she proud of me (Yeah)
When I step inside the function, all the hate surrounding me
(Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
He got hit 'cause he was clownin' me
I don't think he gon' make it 'cause the bullets hit his artery (Goddamn)
Let's get right to the point, and why you keep on callin' me?
You see me doin' good, so you tellin' me you sorry (Huh?)
Get that fake shit out my life, surrounded by love, these people part of me
Why you stressin' 'bout a bitch when I'm more worried 'bout which car to bring? Damn (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[Chorus: Vil]
Ayy, why you stressin'? (Stress)
Ayy, why you talkin'?
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin' (Uh-uh)
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Skrrt)
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin'
Ayy, why you stressin'? (Why you stressin'?)
Ayy, why you talkin'? (Talkin'?)
Bitches talkin' just to talk, bitch, I don't do the talkin'
We could hop inside the Lam, bitch, we could get it poppin' (Get it poppin')
I ain't flexin' for the Gram, bitch, I am really poppin' (Skrrrt)
[Verse 2: Tes X]
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, I feel the same now
I just bought a fucking coupe and blew the fucking brains out
Niggas say I'm switchin' for the motherfucking fame now
Only fucking thing I'm switching is my fucking lanes now
They should call me Drake 'cause I never been the same (Okay)
Pussy boy talkin' all that shit, we play your brain (Oh yeah)
I was robbin', stealin', niggas, I was taking chains
And I fucked a nigga's bitch 'cause he was actin' super lame (Shh)
We been gettin' money
Niggas talkin' shit and saying that I'm up to something
But I ain't up to nothing, bitch, I'm tryna stack these hunnids
Blue face bills in the back like I'm a junky
Blue face bills, I'm a pump him like a—
Double cupped, the mud up
We be throwin' gang signs 'cause my niggas Bloods, yuh
I was in the prison doin' push ups, gettin' cut up
We gon' send 'em shells, we gon' give that boy a buzz cut
Stop all the talkin', little bitch, shut the fuck up
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