[Lyric] Hood Vamp (Sickboyrari)

[Intro: SickBoyRari]
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Time, real slatt shit like... grrrr
Glatt, grrrah (Brrr)
Phew

[Chorus: SickBoyRari]
Real vamp, might grow some fangs
Feel like Bladee, gon' make 'em drain
With my shooters, switchin' lanes
Ain't doing no switchin' off that lane
Sold yo' soul for a lil' fame
Shawty bad, yeah, lil' frame
Camaro coupe, yeah, big frame
I'm with some glimes, that's insane (Phew, brrr)
Damn (Insane)
.40 hanging, I can't tuck it
We on fire like an oven
Vampire hanging with my brother
She a thottie, I still love her
Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover
These boys moving undercover
Draining shit, feel like Bladee
Draining likе them boys in Sweden
Shooting on molly and I bе geeking
Know we stepping like new sneakers
Don't want no smoke? Turn off the heater
[?]
Yeah, they need to free my cousin [?]
[Verse 1: SickBoyRari]
They need to free my cuz' out pronto
They don't want no smoke like final
With some glimes that do you shiesty
Know we steppin' like new Nikes
KTS, you know we on site
Camaro coupe, I been on ridin'
Real vamp, know how we gleedin'
[?] we seein'
If you need some lean, [?]
Pour it too, same color red beam
Can't trust no thotty, these hoes [?]
Real hood vamp, hit the scene, we gleedin'
Goth shit, hit the scene, we gleedin'
KTS, hit the scene, we gleedin'

[Chorus: SickBoyRari]
Real vamp, might grow some fangs
Feel like Bladee, gon' make 'em drain
With my shooters, switchin' lanes
Ain't doing no switchin' off that lane
Sold yo' soul for a lil' fame
Shawty bad, yeah, lil' frame
Camaro coupe, yeah, big frame
I'm with some glimes, that's insane (Phew, brrr)
Damn (Insane)
.40 hanging, I can't tuck it
We on fire like an oven
Vampire hanging with my brother
She a thottie, I still love her
Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover
These boys moving undercover
Draining shit, feel like Bladee
(Draining like them boys in Sweden)
(Shooting on molly and I be geeking)
(Know we stepping like new sneakers)
(Don't want no smoke? Turn off the heater)
([?])
(Yeah, they need to free my cousin [?])
[Verse 2: Hunned Mill]
Gleedin', shynin' with the glime
Free my dawgs up out the pound
Bless the guys that hold it down
From [?] to the damn town
I'm prolly always showin' off
Turn this light into some hard
Always pull the calling card
Call that [?]
I guess I had a change of heart
But I [?] cars
All this new new, state of art
On two [?] don't pay no part
But I'm hurt from breaking hearts
Now there's shit I can't take back
Switched up soon as shit went bad
Couldn't switch up on my last
We had [?] from wearin' masks
I'm good but my bitches bad
I pull up, these niggas sad
I pull up, these bitches glad
I pull up like shootin' tres

[Chorus: SickBoyRari]
Real vamp, might grow some fangs
Feel like Bladee, gon' make 'em drain
With my shooters, switchin' lanes
Ain't doing no switchin' off that lane
Sold yo' soul for a lil' fame
Shawty bad, yeah, lil' frame
Camaro coupe, yeah, big frame
I'm with some glimes, that's insane (Phew, brrr)
Damn (Insane)
.40 hanging, I can't tuck it
We on fire like an oven
Vampire hanging with my brother
She a thottie, I still love her
Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover
These boys moving undercover
Draining shit, feel like Bladee
(Draining like them boys in Sweden)
(Shooting on molly and I be geeking)
(Know we stepping like new sneakers)
(Don't want no smoke? Turn off the heater)
([?])
(Yeah, they need to free my cousin [?])
[Outro: SickBoyRari]
They need to free my-