BlocBoy JB - V Live lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, I got a rack Run up in that house and tell that n***a give me that Bad b**h with me, yeah you know I'm on that Other b**h went off and I hit her from the back [Verse 1] Ayy, hold on Got your b**h turned up, need to put some clothes on Shots fired at his face if he play with my home I keep one up in the chamber and I put one in your dome If you play with my home Them n***as on the other side playin', it's cool Choppers fired at a n***a's land, on Duve On Duve, on God, he ran, I sparked Now I'm on the run for another murder charge First degree, if you f** with me, that's on God b**h Mask on, when I'm down bad I'm on some rob sh** I up with the carbon, they duck when I start sparking Ooh I caught my man, goddamn I hit my target [Chorus] n***a playin', pull up get to sprayin' I got them hitters in minivans Search for you n***as from land to land I sold your a** like a candyman Put a hole up in your fitted I'm in V-Live and it's litty I got your b**h shaking a** and her titties Foreign b**h and I think that she is British You get to have like a minute [Verse 2] Squad up n***a, don't move My n***as wanna jack with the tool You see me, I see you Royal rumble with the crew b**h I ball, Caillou, trappin' two-three schools System on my tool just to help it cool Hey hey hey, b**h I prayed for this b**h I'm made for this And my n***as got paid for this And I really get paid for hits And my n***as hit crazy licks Stake out your house from 'bout two to six I heard that y'all n***as move the bricks Ice cream, get to scoopin' sh** I got one hand, up on my pocket n***a playin' with Lil Bloc so I had to pop it You like James Harden, I'm the f**in' Rockets I stand alone with the heat, guess I'm Chris Bosh-ing Got the club rocking, freaky b**h give me her topping Stop that sh**, you know they watching Gas and money, you know I got it Got your honey giving money Wash the b**h just like some laundry Real n***a, can't take from me Hilfiger, I keep a Tommy [Interlude] Keep a Tommy, keep a Tommy Told the money, keep it comin', keep it comin', keep it comin' Hold them hundreds, throw them hundreds, throw them hundreds, throw them hundreds, yeah Throw them hundreds, throw them hundreds, throw the money, yeah [Chorus] n***a playin', pull up get to sprayin' I got them hitters in minivans Search for you n***as from land to land I sold your a** like a candyman Put a hole up in your fitted I'm in V-Live and it's litty I got your b**h shaking a** and her titties Foreign b**h and I think that she is British You get to have like a minute [Outro] Keep a Tommy, keep a Tommy Told the money, keep it comin', keep it comin', keep it comin' Hold them hundreds, throw them hundreds, throw them hundreds, throw them hundreds, yeah Throw them hundreds, throw them hundreds, throw the money, yeah