S.K.A.R. - VR (feat. Cho$en & Nasa Da Demon) Lyrics

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit
Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus
And we be up on they TV like a VR
They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are
I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit
Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus
And we be up on they TV like a VR
They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are

Niggas hate, niggas fake, I don't know why
F*cked his bitch, she my slave for the whole night
Firehead, off the bone like a ghost ride
Keep it in a circle pass to NASA, see a hoe fly
Blickied up, keep it tucked, it's a low ride
You see it's gettin' bands, M-O-E, that's the
War cry
Niggas showewd heavy in the box, guess it's showtime
Goin' to the top, f*ck the opps, they got
No lives
From the mud to the throne, I had all eyes
Niggas tryna stop me, becoming bitches, tellin' whole lies
Niggas talkin' spicy, but not gang, guess it's wartime
Heard that if it's up well then it's stuck. Not saving no lives
Water on me, niggas drownin', yellin' surf's up
Too much talkin', no one walkin', guess they heard us
At our table, y'all not able, got em stirred up
From the land of hittin' licks and then we goin' burn up

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit
Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus
And we be up on they TV like a VR
They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are
I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit
Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus
And we be up on they TV like a VR
They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are

They already know we poppin' shit
Haters lurkin', it feel like they got binoculars
Pull up to they block, just like Stoyakovich
Now f*ck it, I'ma send them shots and I'm droppin' shit
Niggas thinkin' shit is fake, this ain't VR
Spend they block with bro, we can't wait till we see y'all
You on the other side, I wouldn't wanna be y'all
You was on the keyboard typin', we bout to delete y'all
I be with real killin' niggas, real drillin' niggas
Niggas tryna cancel me, I been official nigga
You think that you a gangster cause you tote a pistol nigga
I make one phone call and they come and get you nigga
I put on for the O for real, in summer it get cold for real
I show you I'm a demon, if you know, then you know for real
Ain't no pussy nigga got it on me, then I'll blow for real
How can I be for the rat, I know you told for real
Off these drugs it get me gone, take me to space, I'm out my zone
You want the smoke, hit me like a bong
Oh, that's your bitch she all on my phone
Pass it back, now he sick, psych
I pass to gang, now it's lit
Now it's lit

I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit
Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus
And we be up on they TV like a VR
They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are
I could tell why all the haters still be poppin' shit
Bitch, we be outside, they could see us like on Oculus
And we be up on they TV like a VR
They ain't gotta ask, they already know who we are