VIP Lyrics – BAK Jay

Read the full VIP lyrics by BAK Jay along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Bak Jay’s music, you can also explore MY TOWN and How I’m Feeling, two other songs by Bak Jay.

[Intro]
N!gga, I (??) ((??))
Ooh, I’m feeling like VIP
((??))
(Damn, (??))

[Chorus]
Anywhere that I step, I’m feeling like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, b!tch, I see his face when he bleed, lil’ bro ‘nem gon’ do it for free
He ain’t gon’ flex it whenever we come
Don’t do no texting, I like to bump guns
Want a bag on my head, but they ain’t got no funds
Steady speaking on Red, finna call up the don

[Verse]
I just got me some drank with a brand-new double cup, spilled it all in the backseat
Shy, under cover, that b!tch is a freak
GMG in the ‘Wood, tryna leave ’em deceased
I be taking these drügs, you can call me a fiend
Double back on my cousin and fled the whole scene
I ain’t tripping ’bout s*it, not a b!tch, not a thing
We ain’t going for nothing, ain’t no copping pleas
She fu*king on me and my brother but saying she love me, oh, this b!tch lying
We just got the drop at 8, I tell bro ‘nem, “We spinning at 9”
Don’t want your love, I just fu*k and decline
Acting too tough and get hit with that nine
Don’t wanna bump, why the fu*k n!ggas hiding?
Do his ass bad if a fu*k n!gga try it
They gon’ be mad if I pop my s*it
Fu*k around, crash every car that I get
Music too loud, then I’m fast than a b!tch
Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix (Stay out the way)
Why the fu*k is you cranking? I call up the members, go give ’em a spanking
That switch get to jumping, this Drac’ get to banging
I ain’t tryna talk, I ain’t making arrangements
Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claiming
They gon’ be mad if I pop my s*it

Fu*k around, crash every car that I get
Music too loud, then I’m fast than a b!tch (Skrrt, skrrt)
Blow at the crowd, better stay out the mix
Why the fu*k is you cranking? I call up the members, go give ’em a spanking
That switch get to jumping, the Drac’ get to banging
I ain’t tryna talk, I ain’t making arrangements
Tell his daddy to get him, he just started claiming

[Chorus]
Anywhere that I step, I’m feeling like VIP, hop out, all the eyes on me
.223, b!tch, I see his face when he bleed, lil’ bro ‘nem gon’ do it for free
He ain’t gon’ flex it whenever we come
Don’t do no texting, I like to bump guns
Want a bag on my head, but they ain’t got no funds
Steady speaking on Red, finna call up the don

[Outro]
Steady speaking on Red, finna call up the members
Call up the members, they finna go get ’em
I call up the members, they finna go kill ’em
Ayy, ayy, ayy, go