Vultures (feat. Bump J) (Explicit) - ¥$/Ye/Ty Dolla $ign/Bump J

Lyrics by：Ye/Ty

Arranged by：Chords/Juice/Ty/Ye

All eyes is on me

Won't tell no lies won't hold my tongue

Don't cry for me

This Chicago nigga

I want some Juice

I don't have no rapper friends I hang with the vultures

Big-a*s toaster hit you with it flip it over

Big ol' nigga he's a big ol' goofy Rudy Gobert

Jump off in that lane you gon' get put on a poster

LaFerrari F8 Lamborghini Roadster

I turn ten bricks into twelve them birds had a growth spurt

We gon' do some shoppin' later I'ma need some throat first

I just got some head in a Ghost then I ghost her

Yeah-yeah outta here them boys tryna go for

I see him out with her and pretend like I don't know her

I can't do no features with you nigga it's a "No sir"

Hottest nigga on Earth I'm not really from Earth

We don't dial 9-1-1 I let off that chrome first

I put in my own work better do your homework

I can hear that money callin' I pick up the first ring

What you gon' charge that old man for that p***y

Girl don't hurt me

This Chicago nigga

Three gang leaders with me all times

I don't know who I ****** last night I got Alzheimer's

I don't know who them h*es is man they all lyin'

Brody tell me who them h*es is man they all fine

Runnin' hooligan and we with the foolishness

How I'm anti-Semitic

I just ****** a Jewish *****

I just ****** Scooter's ***** and we ran up like Olympics

Got pregnant in the threesome so whose baby is it

Whose baby is it

My niggas puttin' belt to a*s pull up with the switches

This ain't Jimmy Butler but the heat got extensions

This ain't Columbine but we came in with the trenches

She askin' me to aim for her neck 'cause her boyfriend bought that necklace

With the trenches precious with the trenches

**** it I scratched another nigga woman up off my checklist

With the trenches I've been livin' reckless

I wish Takeoff wasn't there that night in Houston Texas

With the trenches

Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back that was my best friend

Boys I need you to give me somethin' big I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Skip to the vert tell the ho "No I don't wanna ****"

She can suck-suck-suck it 'til she suck it dry

California nigga with some European freaks

Bad-a*s ***** from the Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me

Stick on me even though I got security

Even though she got a man she know he ain't as pure as me seriously

Soon as I get back tradin' in my Urus for the Puro' keys

Couple grey hairs up in my beard that's showin' my maturity yeah

Ayy shoutout to my symphony 9th Ave spaced out

We beat that **** so differently and brilliantly

Dolla $ign Iggy and we both YG

Fades in the backyard no talkin' take flight instantly

It ain't that deep boot up my nigga James Cool

My nigga that's d**gs she snottin' that P out that D

She want me to put some of this coke in her butt ugh

She Russian I beat up the p***y for Ukraine

Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change

Just like my exes she told me that "You changed" yeah yeah yeah

Lotta them rappers be ******* it up

Still screamin' "Free TC Melly and Thug"

**** the police if we be hearin' the judge

Way out in Saudi I found me a plug

Don't wanna go out she'd rather do d**gs

Can't be my main if we met in the club

Give me somethin' ***** I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look it here ho I don't wanna ****

Here's a buck but a buck buck buck

I'm shootin' game to light that

Give me somethin' ***** I'm talkin' 'bout dollar signs

Look it here ho I don't wanna ****

Here's a buck but a buck buck buck

I'm shootin' game to light that

Game to light that-

Game to light that-

Game to light that-

Game to light that-

Game to light that-