Verxendii - Valid Lyrics

Don't got much to say get the f*ck out my way
I get the bag like I work day to day
Who got more bitches I go bae to bae
Texting my phone i'm an exit away
I only dip off when you want me to stay
Dripping in diamonds they calling me kay
Don't ask the price anything I can pay
These niggas be broke let me call AAA
My bitch stay on the sideline
Number she got is my sideline
Blocked her on my iPhone
Been blowing my shit like a hotline
I only care about my bag
New fits got tags
Niggas don't know how to move in silence cause they do shit and they brag

I do it I do it be on my elite
I catch all the lines and I don't miss a beat
Moon walking cause I am smooth on my feet
I know that I bought it don't need a receipt
My eyes always bigger than what I can eat
I walk past a nigga like when did we meet
Say that you love me it's time to retreat
Could of gave him feature but I rather delete
Niggas switch up like they f*cking with Paul
Don't trust nobody my back to the wall
Boy talking dumb I put one in his jaw
Don't ask me nothing cause I don't recall
I want it all
Cause I'll never fall
That is the reason my money so tall
I make niggas hit the block button got something to say nigga drop something
Every time I get on the track it makes me understand why these niggas so wack
These niggas my sons put em all in my sack
I was gone after endii but nigga i'm back
Niggas ghosted in the worst way
I didn't need them in the first place
Niggas always got something to say but couldn't touch me on my worst day
In this lifetime I got so much to do
They stay trynna test me got nothing to prove
Stay taking shots I got nothing to lose
You see that we winning we do it in 2s
You f*cking with Brandon then you f*cking with me
Your bitch let me hit for a perk and a Fendi
When you make money that's when you can hit me,
They try to befriend me just so they can end me

I made time for my em
They ain't make time for me
I used to ride for em
They hop out of line for me
I started to shine on em
They started hating on me
But I got a rhyme for em
Yeah I got a rhyme for em

Don't got much to say get the f*ck out my way
I get the bag like I work day to day
Who got more bitches I go bae to bae
Texting my phone i'm an exit away
I only dip off when you want me to stay
Dripping in diamonds they calling me kay
Don't ask the price anything I can pay
These niggas be broke let me call AAA
My bitch stay on the sideline
Number she got is my sideline
Blocked her on my iPhone
Been blowing my shit like a hotline
I only care about my bag
New fits got tags
Niggas don't know how to move in silence cause they do shit and they brag bitch