VIP - Xavier Weeks

Bad bitch, hella hoes

And they wanna pull up on the gang and me

She said she love me, she don’t know me

I miss the days when I was lowkey

Now I’m up at the party

And she wanna go up to the VIP

Don’t really love you till it’s RIP

If you ain’t talkin' bands, don’t talk to me

And I took her to the lowdown

Oh baby wanna slow down

She in LA for the crowd

Oh baby want a shoutout

Brand new bags, we out, at sea

She can’t do it’s hard for me

And they don’t really love you till it’s RIP

Remember them days when they didn’t believe in me

And she gon' put it all on me

Matter of a fact, I put it all on you

Remember them days, tried playing for a fool

All this act, gotta keep a tool

Now I drop my thots, like those feelings in a pool

Can’t pop percs I said «RIP Juice»

She said she fuck with me in a coupe

That’s why I can never lose

Snoozin' off the juice, and this shit

I’ve been losin' my shit, I’ve been losin' myself

She said she love, and don’t care

But, I know she a witch, she gon' cast a spell

She ask me what my neck worth

I told her, «Look at my net worth»

She gon give me brain, do that neck work

Got too faded and my head hurt

Bad bitch, hella hoes

And they wanna pull up on the gang and me

She said she love me, she don’t know me

I miss the days when I was lowkey

Now I’m up at the party

And she wanna go up to the VIP

Don’t really love you till it’s RIP

If you ain’t talkin' bands, don’t talk to me

And I took her to the lowdown

Oh baby wanna slow down

She in LA for the crowd

Oh baby want a shoutout