No Good
Nothin good happens after 10 o'clock
Except this mic I'm finna rock
Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot
The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot
R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot
Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot
Come through get the guap
Give it all I got
So I hope it's understood
I'm up to no good
Thank God for the underground economy
Quiet money got yo bitch on top of me
I see the property value bout to skyrocket
I'm cashin out
Put that shit in my pocket
Thirsty bitches they just watchin the flip
My hustle and charm make her wanna hop on the dick
She see me in VIP I bet she gon smile
Dick has her walkin funny like the methadone mile
Chiiiiile
That's how she talk to her friends
Her bestie ain't shit either
She sucked me off in her Benz
My tunnel vision don't see nothin but mic fights
A silver lining on the dark cloud of nightlife
The right ice
Make the bezel shine under the strobe
My wondrous prose
Will cut asunder my foes
These grown men actin like some hatin ass hoes
Nothin I can't handle
All hail Vandal
Nothin good happens after 10 o'clock
Except this mic I'm finna rock
Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot
The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot
R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot
Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot
Come through get the guap
Give it all I got
So I hope it's understood
I'm up to no good
Why the fuck am I clubbin
I ain't got no friends
I'm preoccupied wit ends
And plottin my revenge
Tonight is my night
Musta been God's design
Nigga sat down in the section next to mine
He say he a promoter but that nigga a scammer
Whole hood lookin for him so he ran to Atlanta
That was my nigga
Man we used to kick it and laugh
Now when I see him I'm thinkin bout whippin his ass
I fucked his bitch
She give me brain till her mouth hurtin
She bout to leave him broke and sick
He still couch surfin
I'm quite certain
What I write might hurt them
I don't give a fuck
You want drama you found the right person
Knife is concerning
My burner's a deterrent
You want ass whippin nigga you bout to earn it
I get live
I thrive off of negative vibes
It's nothin I can't handle
All hail Vandal
Nothin good happens after 10 o'clock
Except this mic I'm finna rock
Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot
The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot
R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot
Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot
Come through get the guap
Give it all I got
So I hope it's understood
I'm up to no good