Vice City Remix (Remix)

[Verse 1: Gucci FlipFlops] Gucci on the remix, you already know about it Your girl's on this dick, you already knew about it I'm Schoolboy Gucci, that's my Q about it Up in that coochie, left white dripping like glue up out it I'm so savage like my name was Randy Hope she comes and does better than a crappy handy Hit this girl up cause I'm feeling randy Top dog with my bottom bitch and she gon take this dick November 18th I'm gonna take on over Run my city like I'm Drake in October Gucci FlipFlops, yeah I always got some girls that like to spit swap I've used that line before but I'm just saying my life, I'm just saying my life I never say a lie, I'm always trying to stay alive Because I'm always killing shit, and I'm always feeling shit Never pop a pill and shit, I love that rhyme scheme girl You looking real mean girl, I'm trying to get up in that, in that ooooh you know what I mean girl, yeah Gucci FlipFlops and I'm still on this And I'm up on your girl, she said come spill on this, yeah come spill on this [Verse 2: TeamJimmy] I don't even like this flow, but let's just not - talk about it My song set the bar high, and you motherfuckers just - walk around it My feature price is 40 thousand, this .40 cal's caught 40 bodies In 40 states, caught another one, and motherfucker I'm - still counting We bout it, bout it, hoes crowd around us They wanna fuck, I'm - fucking two They circlejerking, your girl's emerging Oh, she's here? I might - fuck her too I cut and bruise her, hope it's nothing to ya And if it is, then - oh well Your feeling's hurt cause I fucked your girl Well really homie, I - don't care If you intervene, I could shoot you up Get yourself an ambulance - pick up Or kill your off, and put your hide body In a body bag - zipped up In the back of my - pick-up Yeah it was such a - stick-up And I didn't even wanna do it But you can't always be a - picker [Verse 3: Caslon] Back up in this bitch like her pussy on my spine Uh - living room loungin', my dick a recliner Sippin' on wine, I’m a rich ass designer Sketching in my mind, take your bitch and align her Drop off the top, hit the switch on the spyder Cops tryna have me stop, cause I - roll like a rider Pop for that gwop girl, I got it for all night but Don't leave me flopped, cause I'll find someone tighter Whippin and flippin the clean then I’m zippin and shipping the dope Drippin and sippin on lean while I’m grippin and tippin on fours Equippin and clipping the gear while you trippin and slippin on soap Limpin and simpin around while I’m strippin and pimpin yo hoe Paid4bandz cause thats all we got But since money buys anything, I’m on a yacht Arctic blue eyes but I'm sauna hot Charger plugged in cause I'm on a lot Sheesh, now you know Verse 'bout to end I'ma take it slow On my own type of shit Fuck a flow [Verse 4: Khroam] My nigga Cas on that Thugger shit, flippin' bricks I know his struggle Catch me with my cast, hit you with this cast, you know about it Fuck your bitch then never pass, I just think about if After the other side cause the grass is green, I'm comin' for it Rip Took, rip C, rip Screw, they were really bout it What can i say, when squad rolls up, bitches crowd around us [Verse 5: YDB] Alright well, I got a coke and I'm walking the dog Brush my teeth and sometimes I get the mail But I don't really like the mail to be honest Mail's alright, it's just kinda mail If you think about it; mail kinda means man And man kinda means women *BEEP*'s a faggot Alright