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VICE CITY

3:18rage rap Album Homixide Lifestyle 2 2025-08-01

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Description

Producer: Pi'erre Bourne

Recording Engineer: Phillip “YPTHISBANGS” Williams Jr.

Mixing Engineer: Roark Bailey

Mastering Engineer: Colin Leonard

A& R: Ela Talu

Aand Radministrator: Marissa Wickliffe

Composer Lyricist: Keyon Thomas

Composer Lyricist: Demetrius Chatman

Composer Lyricist: Jordan Jenks

Lyrics and translation

Original

Yeah. Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

Yeah, jump out the jet to the yam Hit Boo, Trappy on that land Hundred fifties, we throwin' up bands And she droppin' that shit with no hands, hey I got these bitches goin' crazy I got these bitches goin' brazy, hey, hey Nah, this money can't change me Nah, I can't let it change me, hey Hit a bitch, skrrt in the whip out it Hop out the double R Rollie I got him scared, he a ho about it I got him scared, he visitin'

Don't watch me, watch the ho, shit She like she run it, she fiendin' She wanna drive the boat Young Julio, she tryna get manic Hit the dock, yeah, hit the yacht

Yeah, it's the big one that come with the thots Hit the J bone, call it a lot Call up Monte, come with the scotch, hey She wanna see how I live Man, I'm a rockstar,

I been already killed, hey Came from the bottom, the pits Now I can show you the top of the hill We made the top of the boat Then get me through it, I like how it feel Uh, I like how it feel Chillin' with the gang and we poppin' YBN 5, you know how we rockin' I got the dope, put 'em in the socket Chillin' with the 5, you know how we rockin', hey Uh, you know how we rockin', hey Uh, you play, get to poppin', yeah Jump out the jet to the yam Hit Boo, Trappy on that land Hundred fifties, we throwin' up bands And she droppin' that shit with no hands, hey I got these bitches goin' crazy I got these bitches goin' brazy, hey, hey Nah, this money can't change me Nah, I can't let it change me, hey Hit a bitch, skrrt in the whip out it Hop out the double R Rollie I got him scared, he a ho about it I got him scared, he visitin' Don't watch me, watch the ho, shit She like she run it, she fiendin' She wanna drive the boat Young Julio, she tryna get manic

She wanna come and get nasty, huh Top floor, we breakin' the mattress I'm a clown, nah, no, I ain't laughin' Your money keep comin' in, know we stackin' My nigga, I pull up and spray it like Satan The drip is expensive, this shit is immaculate I'm not takin' no pics, every day we be swaggin' Got a glitch on my hip when I'm swervin' through traffic This shit for the gang, huh Stackin' up money in the bank, sure Gotta get diamonds in my chain I got ice on my neck and my wrist

We talkin' 'bout money, we runnin' up digits I mix up the foreign, the gas is some gas Put racks in the bag and this shit gettin' heavy Trappin' out the spot, we got Popeye chicken Sippin' on medicine, codeine spitter Put it in the sport when

I got it, bitch drift Japanese diamonds, rice on my wrist Holdin' the gun, we got so many bodies Ice on my body, got so many diamonds I'm comin' like Frozen, I'm skatin' on ice Ridin' 'round like my niggas Countin' this money all goddamn -night -Yeah, jump out the jet to the yam Hit Boo,

Trappy on that land Hundred fifties, we throwin' up bands And she droppin' that shit with no hands, hey I got these bitches goin' crazy I got these bitches goin' brazy, hey, hey Nah, this money can't change me Nah, I can't let it change me, hey Hit a bitch, skrrt in the whip out it Hop out the double R Rollie I got him scared, he a ho about it I got him scared, he visitin' Don't watch me, watch the ho, shit She like she run it, she fiendin' She wanna drive the boat Young

Julio, she tryna get manic, yeah

English translation

Yeah. Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

Yeah, jump out the jet to the yam Hit Boo, Trappy on that land Hundred fifties, we throwin' up bands And she droppin' that shit with no hands, hey I got these bitches goin' crazy I got these bitches goin' brazy, hey, hey Nah, this money can't change me Nah, I can't let it change me, hey Hit a bitch, skrrt in the whip out it Hop out the double R Rollie I got him scared, he a ho about it I got him scared, he visitin'

Don't watch me, watch the ho, shit She like she run it, she fiendin' She wanna drive the boat Young Julio, she tryna get manic Hit the dock, yeah, hit the yacht

Yeah, it's the big one that come with the thots Hit the J bone, call it a lot Call up Monte, come with the scotch, hey She wanna see how I live Man, I'm a rockstar,

I been already killed, hey Came from the bottom, the pits Now I can show you the top of the hill We made the top of the boat Then get me through it, I like how it feel Uh, I like how it feel Chillin' with the gang and we poppin' YBN 5, you know how we rockin' I got the dope, put 'em in the socket Chillin' with the 5, you know how we rockin', hey Uh, you know how we rockin', hey Uh, you play, get to poppin', yeah Jump out the jet to the yam Hit Boo, Trappy on that land Hundred fifties, we throwin' up bands And she droppin' that shit with no hands, hey I got these bitches goin' crazy I got these bitches goin' brazy, hey, hey Nah, this money can't change me Nah, I can't let it change me, hey Hit a bitch, skrrt in the whip out it Hop out the double R Rollie I got him scared, he a ho about it I got him scared, he visitin' Don't watch me, watch the ho, shit She like she run it, she fiendin' She wanna drive the boat Young Julio, she tryna get manic

She wanna come and get nasty, huh Top floor, we breakin' the mattress I'm a clown, nah, no, I ain't laughin' Your money keep comin' in, know we stackin' My nigga, I pull up and spray it like Satan The drip is expensive, this shit is immaculate I'm not takin' no pics, every day we be swaggin' Got a glitch on my hip when I'm swervin' through traffic This shit for the gang, huh Stackin' up money in the bank, sure Gotta get diamonds in my chain I got ice on my neck and my wrist

We talkin' 'bout money, we runnin' up digits I mix up the foreign, the gas is some gas Put racks in the bag and this shit gettin' heavy Trappin' out the spot, we got Popeye chicken Sippin' on medicine, codeine spitter Put it in the sport when

I got it, bitch drift Japanese diamonds, rice on my wrist Holdin' the gun, we got so many bodies Ice on my body, got so many diamonds I'm comin' like Frozen, I'm skatin' on ice Ridin' 'round like my niggas Countin' this money all goddamn -night -Yeah, jump out the jet to the yam Hit Boo,

Trappy on that land Hundred fifties, we throwin' up bands And she droppin' that shit with no hands, hey I got these bitches goin' crazy I got these bitches goin' brazy, hey, hey Nah, this money can't change me Nah, I can't let it change me, hey Hit a bitch, skrrt in the whip out it Hop out the double R Rollie I got him scared, he a ho about it I got him scared, he visitin' Don't watch me, watch the ho, shit She like she run it, she fiendin' She wanna drive the boat Young

Julio, she tryna get manic, yeah

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