3 months ago

Music Fred Again.. - Victory Lap (Lyrics)

(I need that, I need that, I need that—)

Lil' white bitch on Depop, she a lil' teapot
Two left feet, them Reeboks
Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot
Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea-moss
Now, the bitch skip-hip-hopping in my Reeboks
Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox
All grown up, bitch looking like Selena
That booty cheap
I need that, I need that, I need that

Could've been certi, could've be a G
Should've never snitched, why you talking to police?
Now, they're looking at you funny while you're walking down the street
Looking at you like food, trying see where they can meet
Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game
You don't wanna act silly, behave
But now were on stage, and the milli' gets made
I need that, I need that, I need that greeze
I feel sorry for Skepta, they copied his flow
But they say that it's a new flow
Imitation don't flatter me, but it's cool, though
Should've ever left the guy alone in my studio
Put him in a coffin, get the man a tombstone
Yeah, I got a half for the price of a Q, though
Living like a boss man, nothing like Hugo
I need that, I need that, I need that
Good price
When that plug turn pagan, tweaking, talking inflation
Please, it's needed
Getting impatient
Blood
Everybody getting complacent
Leg work
Step on the pavement, victory lap
I'm back in the station
I'm really a psycho
Patrick Bateman
If you see her with me, she's taken

I smoke loud, but I never get lousy
Black swan
Darron Aronofsky
Plug said he want 16 for the pound, but I'm trying to get it underwrap like Saudi
Iced out watch, and my diamonds aren't cloudy
Four rings never came with the Audi
Grills like foreman
I put my money where my mouth is
And now they want to smile, just 'low me
No new friends, I got mob ties
Where would I be without the guys?
We get fly
Argue a thousand times
You tell jokes until the tears come out your eyes
You know the haters hate when you're out of sight
I hear them say we sold out
Yeah, we sold out everything except humble pie
One slice cut a man down to size like

Could've be certi, coulda be a G
Should've never snitched, why you talking to police?
Now, they're looking at you funny while you're walking down the street
Looking at you like food, trying see where they can meet
Me, I'm like Wallo and Gillie with the game
You don't wanna act silly, behave
But now were on stage, and the milli' gets made
I need that, I need that, I need that