Yeah, woah
Woah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Vampire, vampire
Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi
Bitch she gonna know who I am (she gon know who I am)
She sucking my dick, she don't even know me
Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who)
Big fucking sticks, we look like the army
Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go)
Can't even see me
You wanna meet me
Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah)
New German whip
New German bitch
I hit up Dave for a new Yurman wrist
I hit up Harry, put tints on my shit
Sprinkle some powder that shit like a brick (yea)
Choppers, sticks, uzis, dracos
Bitch we got motha fuckin' techs (yeah)
Yeah, my drip is too good for the MET (what)
Yeah, and I fuck that bitch get her wet
I'm like WET (wet)
WET, yeah (wet)
I fuck that bitch get her WET (ahhh)
Yeah
That bitch fell in love way too quickly, yeah
My money stay greener than texts (let's go)
He always be talking his shit, yeah
Ever since the day we met, yeah
But he got no money to flex, yeah
So I'm gonna tell that pussy boy
I be rocking sets, yeah
I be rocking sets
I might have to check that boy up
If he trying to press, yeah
I might have to check that boy up
Like it's fucking chess, yeah
Wanna know what's next?
Yeah, wanna know what's next?
Vampire, vampire
Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi
Bitch she gonna know who I am
She sucking my dick
She don't even know me
Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who)
Big fucking sticks we look like the army
Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go)
Can't even see me
You wanna meet me
Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah)
C-C-C-Coming alive, Doctor Frankenstein
Feeling like Colin Clive
My bitch and I sticking together, ride or die
Bitch we like Bonnie and Clyde
Watch how I blow your whole house on my mother fucking wrist
Just cause I like how it slide
I don't need rizz when I talk to your mother fucking bitch
I know that little bitch gonna slide
Choppers (choppers)
Dracos (dracos)
I-I got more sticks then the army, yeah
How many sticks I got on me, yeah
Purple my cup call it Barney, yeah
Purple my cup call it Grimace, yeah
Pussy and diamonds my wishlist, yeah (woah)
Why that boy mad cause he bitchless (he bitchless)
I got twelve bitches for Christmas (yeah)
She-she giving that pussy away, yeah
I call that bitch mother fucking Oprah, yeah
Maybe I should call her D'Oprah, yeah
The loud in her lungs always choke her, yeah
Speaking about mother fucking chokers, yeah
Vivienne Westwood my chain, yeah
Nee-need that bad bitch give me brain, yeah
Don't want your bitch she a lame
I go insane
I just saw a baddie
Told that bitch, oh you a fly girl
She said, who is that
I said, that bitch she my side girl
I just copped that brand new ghost
You trying to take a ride, girl?
I'm just trying to make you fucking mine
For the night, girl
Vampire, vampire
Vampire shit, like Bela Lugosi
Bitch she gonna know who I am, yeah
She sucking my dick
She don't even know me
Fly like a young Peter Pan (like who)
Big fucking sticks we look like the army
Glock out the whole fucking band (let's go)
Can't even see me
You wanna meet me
Bitch I'm the mother fucking man (yeah)
Vampire, vampire
Vampire, vampire, vampire
Vampire, vampire
Vampire, vampire, vampire
Vampire, vampire