BELA LUGOSI

Yeah, woah Woah, yeah Yeah, yeah Vampire, vampire Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi Bitch she gonna know who I am (she gon know who I am) She sucking my dick, she don't even know me Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who) Big fucking sticks, we look like the army Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go) Can't even see me You wanna meet me Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah) New German whip New German bitch I hit up Dave for a new Yurman wrist I hit up Harry, put tints on my shit Sprinkle some powder that shit like a brick (yea) Choppers, sticks, uzis, dracos Bitch we got motha fuckin' techs (yeah) Yeah, my drip is too good for the MET (what) Yeah, and I fuck that bitch get her wet I'm like WET (wet) WET, yeah (wet) I fuck that bitch get her WET (ahhh) Yeah That bitch fell in love way too quickly, yeah My money stay greener than texts (let's go) He always be talking his shit, yeah Ever since the day we met, yeah But he got no money to flex, yeah So I'm gonna tell that pussy boy I be rocking sets, yeah I be rocking sets I might have to check that boy up If he trying to press, yeah I might have to check that boy up Like it's fucking chess, yeah Wanna know what's next? Yeah, wanna know what's next? Vampire, vampire Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi Bitch she gonna know who I am She sucking my dick She don't even know me Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who) Big fucking sticks we look like the army Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go) Can't even see me You wanna meet me Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah) C-C-C-Coming alive, Doctor Frankenstein Feeling like Colin Clive My bitch and I sticking together, ride or die Bitch we like Bonnie and Clyde Watch how I blow your whole house on my mother fucking wrist Just cause I like how it slide I don't need rizz when I talk to your mother fucking bitch I know that little bitch gonna slide Choppers (choppers) Dracos (dracos) I-I got more sticks then the army, yeah How many sticks I got on me, yeah Purple my cup call it Barney, yeah Purple my cup call it Grimace, yeah Pussy and diamonds my wishlist, yeah (woah) Why that boy mad cause he bitchless (he bitchless) I got twelve bitches for Christmas (yeah) She-she giving that pussy away, yeah I call that bitch mother fucking Oprah, yeah Maybe I should call her D'Oprah, yeah The loud in her lungs always choke her, yeah Speaking about mother fucking chokers, yeah Vivienne Westwood my chain, yeah Nee-need that bad bitch give me brain, yeah Don't want your bitch she a lame I go insane I just saw a baddie Told that bitch, oh you a fly girl She said, who is that I said, that bitch she my side girl I just copped that brand new ghost You trying to take a ride, girl? I'm just trying to make you fucking mine For the night, girl Vampire, vampire Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi Bitch she gonna know who I am, yeah She sucking my dick She don't even know me Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who) Big fucking sticks we look like the army Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go) Can't even see me You wanna meet me Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah) Vampire, vampire Vampire, vampire, vampire Vampire, vampire Vampire, vampire, vampire Vampire, vampire