Vietnamese Lyrics

Ayy, close that door like Sosa said Flame em up inside a wood or dutch foe nem

Gone torch his head Better yet, we can treat him like some bread

Foe nem gon' toast his ass And I got racks inside my bank account

Don't need to post or brag Oops, sorry for what I said

These Bullets that I got'll pat him on his back Like I'm tryna burp him

An, I only hang with the family Bitch, like I'm Lil Durk nem

An, them niggas tryna shake my hands No, I don't know them

Thinkin' I won't make it, okay, foe nem Now it's time to show'em

When she lonely, yo, bitch, try to hit my line and vent to me

But not right now because I'm high, baby My eyes, they Vietnamese

Pretty bitch, she thick as shit, on foe nem She look like Bernice

I'm tryna see if I could come in her life and be her peace

Just to let the world know Bitch, I'm from Chicago over East

Solid, ain't no folding me Hit my line, if we got problems

If you can't, then we gon' see Ain't no ho in me, nobody over me

But G-O-D on foe nem, bitch, that's guaranteed

So much pain this month, a nigga in my shoes would've gave up

His favorite jersey from his best game, a nigga would've hung it up

Tryna hang with gang, can't hang with me, so you can't hang with us

Cold words, when we say backwards, yo, block, we flame it up

It's dangerous, government know ain't no tamin' us

Rather it's them or we, they gon' keep blamin' us

So I don't get no fuck, I bet the opps be fresh as hell in that black tux

When my niggas come flame shit up, turn a nigga into angel dust

It's my time, so hang it up, and my money is Caucasian

How could I be racist, what the fuck

They bookmark the shit we do just so they can remember us

Capture this, they filming us, I'm about cash

And if we not talkin' bout that, what's to discuss

Talkin' shit, then we on your ass, nigga, DTHANG like that's a must

Throwin' bullets, Wilson Russ, opps like, don't embarrass us