[Lyric] Victory Lap (C7 (US))

[Intro: Jay Gwin & Brian O’Shea]
Lemmeheardat
Yeah Yeah
Ha Ha Ha
Fuck you
That’s kind of a fire fuckin’ adlib
Ha, ha, C7 shit
Yeah nah, but shout out to my boy Jeremy
Lil drunk in a motherfucker
Fuck Jeremy
No music
Yo fuck that kid
Ha Ha Ha

[Verse 1: Jay Gwin]
Drank a little, yeah, I’m ‘bouta make a hit
I’ma talk my shit just for the hell of it (lil’ bitch)
I know you fuck with me, wanna get a bit (you wanna get a bit)
You can hold a nut cause you ain’t worth a chip (you ain’t worth a chip)
You know I tend to be where the cheddar is (where the money at)
My shit too official, you can’t know the biz (no you can’t)
I’m a grown man, you a little baby kid (lil’ bitch)
I’m goin’ home to 20 women at my crib (ha)
They love it when I’m doin’ 90 on the road
My shit be fire and my nеck be lookin’ cold
I need another chain, I’m gettin’ all thе gold
You shouldn’t check me, man, you gettin’ kinda bold
Where your money at? Yeah I knew that was cap (cap)
Like I’m Micheal Jack’, moonwalkin’ on the pack (smoke)
Wanna hear a fact? Check the mirror you’re whack (lil’ bitch)
Had a heart attack when you heard that I’m back (gang)
Been around, I’m on my victory lap grabbin’ my crown
Rep’ the town, I got everyone knowin’ I hold it down
They gon’ talk about my city, all the women lookin’ pretty
They get litty when they jiggy, love it when they rockin’ with me
I’ll be ballin’ when I’m fifty, I’ll be layin’ on a titty
Shawty feel it in her kidney, go again just out of pity (ha ha)
I’m my throne like I’m Biggie (ha)
Bay to Miami, triple crown like I’m Iggy, uh
[Verse 2: Brian O'Shea]
Jockin’ with me, flockin’ with me, in the hottest city
Rockin’, gettin’ litty, lookin’ pretty, lockin’ on the kitty
Got a little bitty, gettin’ witty with the itty bitty
Really issa nitty, ain't nobody that be fuckin’ with me (yeah)
And I'm goin’ live on a nose dive
Bitch I'm poppin’ like a bubble of blown high (pop pop)
And we don't lie, see the goal line
Tell a motherfucker shoot me but I won't die (doot doo doo doo doo doo)
So listen while I spit this takin’ bodies off the hit list
And I'm hittin’ up the mistress while I'm shittin’ on ya business (yeah)
Takin’ all the bitches
Now you bearin’ witness to the kid who takin’ over
Hit the beat a little different (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Sayin’ 1, 2, fuck you, I gotta attitude
3, 4, I go, now I'm an animal
5, 6, gone, lit, I'm ‘bouta make a hit
Me and Jay Gwin gon’ spin (yerrr)
Always poppin’ shit

[Verse 3: Luke Malaise, Brian O'Shea, & Jay Gwin]
Malaise
Oh it’s my turn?
Yeah, yeah, we rappin’ now?
Student of the game
Through the flames, I wear my cap and gown
Graduated from congratulations to establish patience
Some would even say that it’s a tad courageous (ooh)
Black peas, eyed down with the crack steez
They would think I acrobat the pack the way I trapeze
Leaders of the back streets
Look down at my rap sheet
No I’m not no rap star, get reps in like an athlete
Crumble what I had in the vaults until im laughin’ it off
I never knew I had, I only knew what it cost
Until the victory lap, I'll be in the shack with my cause (wooh)
Rippin’ through these rappers like it’s Christmas
Never been known to leave a witness, but business is business
Sizzle litmus, retreat with the quickness
Never knew physics but I’m all about my fitness
Lemmeheardat
Wooh
Ha, yeah, yeah
Ha, fuck you, run it back, run it back