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mikeeysmind & SANIKWAVE

VVV

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Hip-Hop/Rap

VVV was released on March 10, 2024 by RECORDS as a part of the album VVV

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OVERVIEW

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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

mikeeysmind

Performer

SANIKWAVE

Performer

Yeat

Vocals

Playboi Carti

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Andrea De Bernardi

Andrea De Bernardi

Composer

Noah Smith

Composer

Playboi Carti

Composer

Mikael Daghighi

Mikael Daghighi

Lyrics

SANIKWAVE

Arranger

Senk

Arranger

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

SANIKWAVE

Producer

Senk

Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire

Senk, pop it up

I can't fuck with none of these lames, they a fuckin' lie

Sonic boom

Blatt, blatt, blatt, hold up

[Chorus]

Racks, I got racks (Yeah)

Money in my pants make me sag (Yeah)

My bitch on my dick, she got me mad (Yeah)

I pull Glock 9s and I blast (Blatt, blast, hol' up)

[Verse 1]

I got Black Flag on my ass, hol' up (Black Flag)

Shawty wanna fuck on Carti 'cause he got cash (He got cash)

I got Chrome Hearts (I got Chrome Heart)

I got die hards (I got die hards)

I got bad bitches, they in College Park (I got bad, they in College)

I'm on the Southside, I got a Glock 9 (I'm on the South, I got a Glock 9)

And it's 29, blatt, blatt, hol' up

Fuck your side, hold up (Fuck your side)

****, we talking 'bout cash, young **** got money

****, we talking 'bout bags, keep popping bags now (Two bags, yeah)

I'm on the block with the gats and I'm gon' tax now

I'm on the block with the Glock and I'm gon' whack now (Blatt, yeah)

AP watch, it's two-tone (Two, two, AP)

Gon' fuck that bitch riding home, yeah

I'm on the block, I'm in the zone

Yeah, don't get me out my zone

Get me out my zone

Bad bitch, yeah, she tryna get flown (Bleh, check it out)

Bad bitches tryna rock VLONE (Yeah, check it out)

Yeah, R.I.P. X, ****

Tatted on my chest, ****

Butterfly doors on the Vette, ****

[Verse 2]

I came with a blick, I just brought the fire

I can't fuck with none of these lames, they a fuckin' lie (Rah)

Bitch, you know this get insane, you could fuckin' die (Yeah)

I just pulled up in a Bentley, it got frog eyes (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a fire guy, walked inside the building with some grease, I'm serving Five Guys

You don't got no racks, don't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah

You ain't got your swag, you ain't got no bags, you can't even fuck with us, ah

They some haters, they ain't fuckin' with the mob, ah (No)

Bitch, you broke, that ain't with me, that's not my job, nah

All my money do a jump, it do a jog, ah (Luh jog)

Make him pull up with the blick, yeah, we gon' stretch him (Bah-bah-bah)

All my pockets overloaded, it's overwhelming, ah (Ah)

How you know 'bout all this shit? Man, you a fuckin' spy

We got mob ties, baby got a felon (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

Fuckin' on your thot, she suckin' dick, she bring the mail in (Go)

Bitch, I get the head, I get her melon

Ridin' 'round the city like a demon, like a villain

Bitch, I take these Percocets all day, I ain't got no feeling

[Verse 3]

Ridin' in a double-R Tonka, baby, stars in the ceiling

Ooh, yeah, hey, walkin' in the building, I'ma gon' pull it up (Hey)

We been up all day, I'm off Adderall (Okay)

I just pulled up in a Lamb', no, I'm not your friend (Fuck 'em)

Fuckin' on your thot, fuckin' on your friend (Huh, fuck 'em)

I can't fuck with nobody, that's not my best friend (That not my friend)

I just bought a brand new chain, a brand new necklace, yeah

Ridin' in a Bentley, ridin' in a tank

I can't fuck with nobody, I'm sellin' stain (Stain)

I just took a Percocet, I took a crank, I'm insane

Yeah, I came with a blick, I just brought the fire (Bah)

I can't fuck with none of these lames, they a fuckin' lie

[Verse 4]

These bitches fuck me 'cause they know I'm with Cudi (Buddy)

I'm smokin' dope like I'm Kid Cudi (Blatt, Cudi)

I fucked your bitch and I might fuck her buddy, hol' up (Buddy)

[Chorus]

Uh, yeah

Racks, I got racks (Yeah)

Money in my pants make me sag (Yeah)

My bitch on my dick, she got me mad (Yeah)

I pull Glock 9s and I blast (Blatt, hol' up)

Written by: Alawais, Andrea De Bernardi, Jordan Terrell Carter, Mikael Daghighi, Noah Oliver Smith, SANIKWAVE, Senk

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