Role Model by XVN Lyrics
I'm strapped up
Homie back up
XVNИ¥ baby
Bloody money building racks up
I pack a bowl
Snatch up your soul
Mack blast a hole
Fast at your fucking dome
Y'all think I ain't messy?
I plug you up for snitching, hater
Dare you try and test me
Y'all witnessing the best, see
I be flexing, never stressing
There's a statue of me in the process of erecting
And that's strictly for the hunnies
Baby, what you saying
When you say my slang is funny?
I'm channeling verbal demons
While you're channeling a dingaling
I'm starting at your femer
Then I'll leave you in a body sling
Who the fuck is this
Tryna step to XVNИ¥
(Yo, who the fuck that bitch!?)
You gon' catch an L
You keep fucking with me
I'm real-ass G
Spitting trill-ass heat
You an insecure cuck
Lacking self-esteem
XVNИ¥ making noise
Every record labels enemy
Playin Wii U in my room
On amphetamines
Adderall prescription
No name on the bottle
Toss a couple back and flex
I'm your new role model
Bitches getting slumped
Like I hit em with the ratchet
Smashed one fentanyl tablet
And that's it
Show me to the light?
Guarantee some backlash
When I thrash that shit
Nothing good was built to last
Tryna learn about the past?
You can scour through a trash can
Mankind's lies lie
Right beneath the sullied ashes
Memories seem so damn bleak
When you tryna be discreet
As you cauterize the past tense
Yes, yes, yes, bitch
I'm leaning with my boys
We deployed
In these streets
Mask up
Bitch quit acting coy
Understand
We dem boys!
Runnin round
We keep them toys close-uh
Pour some mimosa in my go-cup
Throw some hunnits at me anywhere I show up
Know I'mma grind
'Til I die of suicide
Some feds tried to stop me
So we put 'em in the brine
TOE UP
Homie back up
XVNИ¥ baby
Bloody money building racks up
I pack a bowl
Snatch up your soul
Mack blast a hole
Fast at your fucking dome
Y'all think I ain't messy?
I plug you up for snitching, hater
Dare you try and test me
Y'all witnessing the best, see
I be flexing, never stressing
There's a statue of me in the process of erecting
And that's strictly for the hunnies
Baby, what you saying
When you say my slang is funny?
I'm channeling verbal demons
While you're channeling a dingaling
I'm starting at your femer
Then I'll leave you in a body sling
Who the fuck is this
Tryna step to XVNИ¥
(Yo, who the fuck that bitch!?)
You gon' catch an L
You keep fucking with me
I'm real-ass G
Spitting trill-ass heat
You an insecure cuck
Lacking self-esteem
XVNИ¥ making noise
Every record labels enemy
Playin Wii U in my room
On amphetamines
Adderall prescription
No name on the bottle
Toss a couple back and flex
I'm your new role model
Bitches getting slumped
Like I hit em with the ratchet
Smashed one fentanyl tablet
And that's it
Show me to the light?
Guarantee some backlash
When I thrash that shit
Nothing good was built to last
Tryna learn about the past?
You can scour through a trash can
Mankind's lies lie
Right beneath the sullied ashes
Memories seem so damn bleak
When you tryna be discreet
As you cauterize the past tense
Yes, yes, yes, bitch
I'm leaning with my boys
We deployed
In these streets
Mask up
Bitch quit acting coy
Understand
We dem boys!
Runnin round
We keep them toys close-uh
Pour some mimosa in my go-cup
Throw some hunnits at me anywhere I show up
Know I'mma grind
'Til I die of suicide
Some feds tried to stop me
So we put 'em in the brine
TOE UP