Nothin good happens after 10 o’clock Except this mic I’m finna rock Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot Come through get the guap Give it all I got So I hope it’s understood I’m up to no good Thank God for the underground economy Quiet money got yo bitch on top of me I see the property value bout to skyrocket I’m cashin out Put that shit in my pocket Thirsty bitches they just watchin the flip My hustle and charm make her wanna hop on the dick She see me in VIP I bet she gon smile Dick has her walkin funny like the methadone mile Chiiiiile That’s how she talk to her friends Her bestie ain’t shit either She sucked me off in her Benz My tunnel vision don’t see nothin but mic fights A silver lining on the dark cloud of nightlife The right ice Make the bezel shine under the strobe My wondrous prose Will cut asunder my foes These grown men actin like some hatin ass hoes Nothin I can’t handle All hail Vandal Nothin good happens after 10 o’clock Except this mic I’m finna rock Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot Come through get the guap Give it all I got So I hope it’s understood I’m up to no good Why the fuck am I clubbin I ain’t got no friends I’m preoccupied wit ends And plottin my revenge Tonight is my night Musta been God’s design Nigga sat down in the section next to mine He say he a promoter but that nigga a scammer Whole hood lookin for him so he ran to Atlanta That was my nigga Man we used to kick it and laugh Now when I see him I’m thinkin bout whippin his ass I fucked his bitch She give me brain till her mouth hurtin She bout to leave him broke and sick He still couch surfin I’m quite certain What I write might hurt them I don’t give a fuck You want drama you found the right person Knife is concerning My burner’s a deterrent You want ass whippin nigga you bout to earn it I get live I thrive off of negative vibes It’s nothin I can’t handle All hail Vandal Nothin good happens after 10 o’clock Except this mic I’m finna rock Big bottles, big cars, bad bitches in the spot The way I flex increase my risk of gettin shot R.I.P. to my man Tony, miss him a lot Gonna do what I gotta to make shit hot Come through get the guap Give it all I got So I hope it’s understood I’m up to no good

Fuck that, where my drink at Hennessy, ciroc, patron nigga I need that Fuck that, where my drink at Heineken, corona, and red stripe we need that Fuck that, where my drink at Hennessy, ciroc, patron nigga I need that Fuck that, where my drink at Heineken, corona, and red stripe we need that Somebody call the waitress Tell her to fill up my cup And it don’t matter what hood you reppin it’s cool Go ahead throw it up And all my niggaz come thru and tell the bitches Are you fuckin or what Cuz we all tipsy, still drinkin And we don’t give a fuck It’s way to late I’m already hot fam Other rappers mad cuz they ain’t got jams Nigga goddamn Get a new hobby As for ya bitch I’ll meet you in the lobby Nice ass I like how you movin ya body I might grab That’s what I do at the parties On my tab Patron, Kahlúa, Bacardi Sorry to the competition that I move right past Yeah, life fast in my lane Very few things that last on the brain Like clothes, jewels, fly bitches, and cars Swagger’s on Earth, tryin to get it to Mars Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune even Rappers be grateful I left you breathin I see you schemin But don’t hate me Cuz the DJ won’t play ya record this evening Somebody call the waitress Tell her to fill up my cup And it don’t matter what hood you reppin it’s cool Go ahead throw it up And all my niggaz come thru and tell the bitches Are you fuckin or what Cuz we all tipsy, still drinkin And we don’t give a fuck One for big bottles Two for thick models Three for the stripes yeah nigga we lit I make the club lose it You know how I do it It’s Vandal and the Unit We run this shit, yeah 50 bottles up in Drai's 50 models up in Drai’s They poppin pills like troll candy I know these IG trolls really can’t stand me Alexander McQueen the jean jacket A hunnid in jewels wit the pocket rocket Branson cognac or that white Henny Suite full of women And they all friendly My sweatsuit Amiri Smell like Gucci guilty Since ’07 nigga been filthy I got the blicky with the extendy You gon’ need a whole army just to get wit me Somebody call the waitress Tell her to fill up my cup And it don’t matter what hood you reppin it’s cool Go ahead throw it up And all my niggaz come thru and tell the bitches Are you fuckin or what Cuz we all tipsy, still drinkin And we don’t give a fuck Rose’ wit the double cross vodka New kicks break hataz somethin off proper Shit, I’m the muthafuckin man Bitches get wet when I touch anotha grand I know the path that I choose isn’t sane But I still understand the rules to the game Keep the pinky ring on par with the necklace The larger the investments The larger the breasts get Y’all niggaz is wack it’s hard to impress this Understand each bar is aggressive Spar wit the reckless At your own risk Squad on the guest list Hataz all sick Broads in the Lexus Make em all fit All of your dresses Take em off quick Y’all know shit gotta go my way Got my Branson and SK Ok bitch let’s play Somebody call the waitress Tell her to fill up my cup And it don’t matter what hood you reppin it’s cool Go ahead throw it up And all my niggaz come thru and tell the bitches Are you fuckin or what Cuz we all tipsy, still drinkin And we don’t give a fuck Yeah Good lookin out Yayo Ayo where the fuck’s the bottle girl I need more Branson in my section please Don’t play wit me bitch, we ain’t nowhere near last call

Yeah Niggaz talkin real loud but they ain’t said shit Damn Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch ionnowhatuchtalkinbout Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout Now let’s cut through the fray Somebody go tell the bad bitches that a nigga came to play Around my way A lotta niggaz act funny It’s okay that talk gets back to me You heard that I’m a bum ass nigga Well shit This knot in my hand begs to differ I’m lit I bet my tongue get her to shiver I’m slick With the pen I guarantee to deliver A hit Yes I am that fuckin guy Go against me I dare you to fuckin try I keep winnin I don’t even wonder why I will turn ya battle cries to lullabies You feel froggy nigga leap You clowns shouldn’t even get to speak I’m on the grind don’t have time to teach So my knife hit ya neck And ya body hit the street Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch ionnowhatuchtalkinbout Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout Nigga what you talkin bout I ain’t tryna talk it out Outline chalk it out Fuck a bitch toss her out Talking out the side your mouth I might be outside ya house I’m ya teacher time you out All i wear designer now Fiya Man Vandalized the city Bitch its money season Wonder why i chase the bag Know i got a hunnid reasons I can never hate on niggas I just need my steak well seasoned I can't give no break to niggas Make sure that our statement even Ran it up went straight to Neiman’s I cannot equate the meaning Blowin on the sinsemilla All my niggas straight we eatin All my niggas makin breesh Trappin outta state for weeks Out in France eatin quiche Milan for the bolognese I just took Euro trip I might eat some cuttlefish I was on my subtle shit Light bracelet no chain I done seen a ho change Swear this shit’s a cold game Fiya Man gas man Hank Hill, propane Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch ionnowhatuchtalkinbout Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout Word on the street is he ain’t gettin no chips ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard he a lame and can’t pull a bad bitch ionnowhatuchtalkinbout Word on the street is that nigga can’t spit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout I heard you run up on him and you won’t get hit ionnowhatuchtalkinbout

Time for the main event I bring pain to you lame rappers Who all came and went Snatch the crown off the king of the town Roll it down Blue Hill Ave Watch rappers chase it around I’m nice You might as well do pantomime Watch ya tone ya favorite rapper’s a fan of mine Fuckin the baddest dimes She be like I’m in ya city baby I pretend I don’t have the time I’m in the booth lookin for my next kill Text her back if I’m lookin for my next thrill I’m reckless, you breakfast You should just chill Or exit, my preference You should just kneel I turn the open mic to my throne room Court jesters in my way you’ll be gone soon Like a monsoon The flow whisk em away To the guillotine I got time for this shit today Nigga this isn’t play This is hell Circles number 7 and 5 Drag emcees down there dead or alive Don’t come around me when I’m cookin Unless you ready to fry I got a bad bitch Thicker than Texas toast The best throat Caress me with x and o’s My exes be like oh Never shoulda let that go Baby you still the best, I know I’m Vandal you know who the fuck I be These other emcees ain’t fuckin wit me, c’mon mayne Nah...c’mon mayne Ayo it’s Ea$y you niggaz think dog a joke Bring it on I want all the smoke You know betta, c’mon man C’mon man It’s the muthafuckin main event With that big ass clip To make ya muthafuckin brain indent Step to me you get flamed and sent To the depths of hell Son it’s the god and you ain’t repent Ya chick hit me cuz she ain’t content She want a thug nigga beat it You with the scrubs and the leeches Tryin to make love on the beaches I smash in the crib But she love how I dug her the deepest Love doin features I’m keepin it real Cuz these rap cats pay me to get killed Where I’m from it’s on Better speak wit ya steel Nighttime better sleep wit ya steel From where it’s mad government assistance And past due bills It’s not even attainable to stack few mil But I’m tryin be the cat who will Van this verse too raw I’m bout to send it to you vacuum sealed Catch me the party I’m prolly wit the shotty The hottie wit the illest body Polish a nigga knobby I get busy Papi don’t try to get beside me I bet I body anybody who body everybody So now what Don’t ever tell me you the nicest Without tellin me what the price is If these words was weapons I’d be doin time with the lifers Been doin this since you was in diapers It’s Ea$y Ayo it’s Ea$y you niggaz think dog a joke Bring it on I want all the smoke You know betta, c’mon man C’mon man I’m Vandal you know who the fuck I be These other emcees ain’t fuckin wit me, c’mon mayne Nah...c’mon mayne

Kiss kiss Bang bang Yo Dutch this sounds like some take a rapper head off music That wack shit we don’t need that (nah) Hit em wit guillotine rap Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah) We hit em wit guillotine rap Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?) Hit em wit guillotine rap We make they heads roll to where they knees at We hit em with guillotine rap I don’t think you wanna get it on wit the best You about to send shots to the wrong address I leave competition often stressed Most ain’t brave enough to cross me yet My words are amazing and awesome yes Wanna brawl then I’ll maul you then call you an ambulance get him on a stretcher yes sir My lectures leave em lost and vexed I got a gang of bad bitches sayin take ya hands and put em on my breasts (yeah) I got a gang of wack rappers sayin take ya foot and get if off my neck I’m only likely to do the first When it comes to damage I do the worst I know you wanna test me to prove ya worth You better off takin time to choose a hearse That wack shit we don’t need that (nah) Hit em wit guillotine rap Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah) We hit em wit guillotine rap Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?) Hit em wit guillotine rap We make they heads roll to where they knees at (get em Dutch!) We hit em with guillotine rap I keep they eyes and they Heads rolling’ - light strolling’ shorty big shit check ya colon - skin golden hair honey kissed lips bulldozin catch me wit with the cousins like derozan (Yes) Kill the scene? Bet. Creepin like a limousine stretch they ain’t know i got a guillotine rep I probably forgot more than they ever seen yet you prolly gotta wait cuz they ain’t selling these yet Now back to the gritty they say i got too pretty cuz i Been a big dawg ‘round all of these loose kitties goddess of the guilotine but for now bitch I’m Geechi Still fly ya top mind ya talk Oren Ishi How i pull up with these blades flows - swing sharp like Samarai - got em Cuttin off they main hoes Bitches softer than them Kangols! My Stilettos stepping over all these bodies at my ankles That wack shit we don’t need that (nah) Hit em wit guillotine rap Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah) We hit em wit guillotine rap Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?) Hit em wit guillotine rap We make they heads roll to where they knees at We hit em with guillotine rap It’s all about two bangs and two kisses Please believe my slang is too vicious Rearrange the game as we see fit Like Neo in this bitch you blink then you’ll miss it Two biscuits but my shit is tucked So dope that they should put my fists in cuff I heard the beat and said this shit is tough So I had to go get Demolition Dutch This one for Godson (Fred) - this one for BlokWork Each time i chop one checks come like clockwork Real quick to pop one oh yes these paws work Oh yes these broads hurt they hate just don’t …work Ice cold when i speak So they want a cheat code for the leak Whole soul full of heat Burn a lil bird on the beat It’s hell when ReBelle on the beat kiss-kiss That wack shit we don’t need that (nah) Hit em wit guillotine rap Heads rollin do you see that? (yeah) We hit em wit guillotine rap Yo streets what’s the feedback? (huh?) Hit em wit guillotine rap We make they heads roll to where they knees at (yeah) We hit em with guillotine rap Yeah Vandal Demolition Dutch I swear to God you don’t deserve to breathe the same air as us

Niggaz talkin crazy bout me like I’m hard to locate or some shit Like I ain’t been in Codman Square forever You know where I’m at nigga I’m right here come and get me And in case you didn’t know I’m on my Beantown shit bitch I see shorty still checkin for me I’m like bitch what you waitin on You wanna fuck say somethin girl I’m right here come and get me These rappers sayin that they want it wit me Well muthafucka what you waitin on You want a war do somethin nigga I’m right here come and get me I hear these rappers talk When I’m out on the street Shit is funny to me Straight comic relief You know it’s classic rap Whenever I’m on the beat I beat emcees down Feel like I’m the police Niggaz sayin they run it They can’t do me no harm I mean what good is a king Without a nuclear bomb And bitches know what I do wit my charms When you handsome as me who needs Louis Vuitton Take that Louis money Then invested in beats It ain’t hard to tell why I’m the best in the street I don’t wrestle or beef Just address em wit heat Take ya bitch backstage Undressin ya freak Nigga don’t lose ya head Beefin over a rat Be ashamed of the fact You don’t know how to rap Wanna spar wit the bars Shit I’m hopin for that I ain’t hard to find Niggaz no where I’m at I see shorty still checkin for me I’m like bitch what you waitin on You wanna fuck say somethin girl I’m right here come and get me These rappers sayin that they want it wit me Well muthafucka what you waitin on You want a war do somethin nigga I’m right here come and get me Chickens cluckin away Bitches sharing they jokes Tradin stories about me Comparin they notes They like girl I heard that nigga coming up They see me gettin some shine I guess they wanna fuck Well I’m fuckin my favorite model now The rest can wait Ain’t much left to do but speculate They poke and they prod and they investigate Said I heard he ain’t shit But the sex is great I down to hitch a ride If he gon get rich But he rollin dolo Where the fuck is his click Where he gettin his chips What’s the size of his dick I don’t know his girlfriend but ion like that bitch Well if you know me You know I don’t disappoint I am handsome and paid Bitch get the point Are we fuckin or not C’mon girl make it hot Get your friend and her friend We can all get it in I see shorty still checkin for me I’m like bitch what you waitin on You wanna fuck say something girl I’m right here come and get me These rappers sayin that they want it wit me Well muthafucka what you waitin on You want a war do somethin nigga I’m right here come and get me Spectacular city Wit some sinister spots They tell half of the story I’mma finish the plot Sayin one Boston But we know that it’s not Scream Boston Strong Neva been to the block All my outta town niggaz Hate to break it to ya We the city of champs But its still full of shooters From that Sig 22 to the Beretta that I want Shoot first nigga that is what I’m on Run up on me get fired on I’d rather go sip on patron And give a bad bitch my bone It’s fuckin amazin what I do wit my lines It’s fuckin insane what I do wit my time Just finished fuckin this Asian shorty blowin my mind Got a Dominican bitch and she know how to grind Fuck off the throne when you know that its mine Fuck out my zone less you know how to rhyme Bitch I see shorty still checkin for me I’m like bitch what you waitin on You wanna fuck say something girl I’m right here come and get me These rappers sayin that they want it wit me Well muthafucka what you waitin on You want a war do somethin nigga I’m right here come and get me

Just took one look Can’t get her outta my head now Lookin at my pockets I done spent all of my bread now Shoulda been one night Can’t get her outta my bed now I can’t front You can have whatever you want Go ahead girl I never woulda thought One bad lil broad could back me down She got my head in the clouds Can’t wait for her to come back around I’ll admit it I’m addicted I’m hypnotized by her thickness She broke me down I can’t fix this So my command is her wishlist When she walks by I get whiplash Double D tits and a thick ass Straddle on My magic wand When she ride it’s kinda like witchcraft Fixated I can’t take it Now my old bitches gonna prolly hate this But she got a tight grip I cannot escape it Lovesick ever since I got her naked Why fake it Just took one look Can’t get her outta my head now Lookin at my pockets I done spent all of my bread now Shoulda been one night Can’t get her outta my bed now I can’t front You can have whatever you want Go ahead girl Keys to the whip (go ahead girl) Keys to the crib (go ahead girl) Wanna take that trip (go ahead girl) You know you the shit (go ahead girl) Wanna take my card (go ahead girl) Go and buy the bar (go ahead girl) You can have that bag (go ahead girl) Damn bitch you bad (go ahead girl) Does some shit I can’t mention She talks dirty damn right I listen She articulates her intention Make my solider stand at attention She’s comin over and I can’t wait For her to go down And just gimme a sloppy kiss Do it till my knees shake Evil grin on her face Goddamn you a cocky bitch I swear to god she’s magnetic The way she put it down Can’t forget it Here’s my bank card Crash my credit When I look at that ass Girl my head just Spins all around you’re my fetish Let’s go another round Girl I bet it’s Gonna be astounding Turn around Ass up face down Let’s get reckless Just took one look Can’t get her outta my head now Lookin at my pockets I done spent all of my bread now Shoulda been one night Can’t get her outta my bed now I can’t front You can have whatever you want Go ahead girl Keys to the whip (go ahead girl) Keys to the crib (go ahead girl) Wanna take that trip (go ahead girl) You know you the shit (go ahead girl) Wanna take my card (go ahead girl) Go and buy the bar (go ahead girl) You can have that bag (go ahead girl) Damn bitch you bad (go ahead girl) I never woulda thought One bad lil broad could back me down Go ahead girl She got my head in the clouds Can’t wait for her to come back around Go ahead girl

Fuck, fight Fuck, fight Every other night Fight, fuck Fight, fuck I tell you I’m gone cuz you ain’t actin right Knowing goddamn well I’ll be back tonight It’s a circle of pleasure Plus a cycle of misery I hate to admit that what I like may be killing me The epitome of intimacy and angst We frenemies you can take that to the bank You emotionally wrecked You know that I’m a mess So we go back and forth like Jody and Yvette Or more like Siya and Renaye You love is like a weapon Firing away One minute you screamin Swingin on me crazy Next minute ass in the air Callin me baby Maybe I’ll think of some better lines To make you act right And hope for better times So whether I’m Kissin you softly Holdin you to my chest Or takin my fingers And rope em round ya neck, we gon Fuck, fight Fuck, fight Goddamn this shit is like Every other night, we just Fight, fuck Fight, fuck You know I love you But we both pushin our luck, we just Fuck, fight Fuck, fight Goddman this shit is like Every other night, we just Fight, fuck Fight, fuck You know I love you But we both pushin our luck I love you now I hate ya Either way it goes We gon wake up the neighbors I try to let you go But I can’t escape ya It’s like you’re my vice, my addiction Don’t like when it’s mentioned My niggaz keep tellin me Yeah that bitch is toxic I’m quick to get pissed And switch the topic And your girlfriends mad Cuz you not gon leave Wondering why you never called the cops on me Same reason I never called the cops on you Cuz we ain’t tryin to end up at the top of the news This torturous back and forth shit Got me confused But guaranteed this a fight I do not wanna lose Then again winnin’s somethin we never do I just pray for a better me and a better you So whether you Use ya pussy to say you got ya man Or steak knives, boxcutters, pots and pans, we gonna Fuck, fight Fuck, fight Goddamn this shit is like Every other night, we just Fight, fuck Fight, fuck You know I love you But we both pushin our luck, we just Fuck, fight Fuck, fight Goddman this shit is like Every other night, we just Fight, fuck Fight, fuck You know I love you But we both pushin our luck

You only see my madness But don’t see my methods You don’t see the offense You only see me reckless Cause and effect is the name of the game Don’t ask my way I stay in a rage I ain’t see my manager for months Then I saw his obituary Goddamn that’s a whole lotta shit to carry My heart sank when that shit hit the news Now I walk around the industry Bitter and confused I’m still hurt from such a stunning loss Keep wonderin if I said somethin to run him off My bitch mad cuz I ain’t openin up Said get a therapist I saw ten, all of em suck What’s the point for Black men To go on the mend Just to step outside And get traumatized again Same hood, same block Same gang, same cops Fuck this I’m tired Y’all can all get shot I got a lot of raw nerves And a gun fetish to match You get outta line More than one head’ll get cracked Edit my raps never I’m too gone Any bond you had with the happier me Well that’s severed Whatever This is not what it looks like This is not what it looks like This is not what it looks like Check ya eyesight fo’ you tell me it doesn’t look right You see that bad bitch But you ain’t see her bills Mykonos, Goyard Goddamn bitch chill She hit me up Said she want that ass tapped again Hoping I can fuck away pain from human trafficking Now don’t switch your focus You ever seen tears of an angel Mixed wit coke dust There’s more war stories she’s hoping to tell I’ll listen but I’m no help I’m broken as well See my sexual dysfunction But you ain’t see the sexual abuse Wait hold up, I’m gettin to my truth You didn’t see the cops Hoppin out on a nigga But you will see my rage when I get into the booth Maybe you should see me wit a hand full of fury Cuz I bet ya bottom dollar you won’t see the grand jury You won’t see the body cam either So don’t press me when you see So many goddamn heaters Leave me alone I reach out to the street wit my poems You can fuck wit it or not nigga To each his own I know a few wanna see me dethroned They won’t see me comin But they will see my feet to ya dome Muthafucka This is not what it looks like This is not what it looks like This is not what it looks like Check ya eyesight fo’ you tell me it doesn’t look right