VULTURES Lyrics was released on November 22, 2023, from the Album ‘Vultures 1’. The song was sung by ¥$, Kanye West, and Ty Dolla $ign. VULTURES Song Lyrics are penned by Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Bump J, Lil Durk, Ambezza, Fya Man, Gustave Rudman, Raul Cubina, Mark Williams, Chordz, Juice, Wheezy, Adey, Jasper Harris, CyHi, Really Doe, Mowalola, Juicy J, DJ Paul, and P. Thomass. The song label is YZY. While the song was produced by Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Ambezza, Fya Man, Gustave Rudman, Ojivolta, Chordz, Juice, Wheezy, Adey, Jasper Harris, and Jae Deal.
Song Credits:
| Released | November 22, 2023 |
| Album | Vultures 1 |
| Singer(s) | ¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign |
| Songwriter(s) | Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Bump J, Lil Durk, Ambezza, Fya Man, CyHi, Really Doe, etc. |
| Producer(s) | Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign, Ambezza, Fya Man, Gustave Rudman, Ojivolta, Adey, etc. |
| Label | YZY |
VULTURES Lyrics:
All eyes is on me
Won’t tell no lies, won’t hold my tongue
Don’t cry for me
This Chicago, nigga
I want some Juice
I don’t have no rapper friends
I hang wit’ The Vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it
Flip it over
Big ol’ nigga, he’s a big ol’ goofy
Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane
You gon’ get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve
Them birds had a growth spurt
We gon’ do some shoppin’ later
I’ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost
Then I ghost her
Yeah, yeah, out of here
Your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her
I pretend like I don’t know her
I can’t do no features with you
Nigga, it’s a “No, sir”
Hardest nigga on Earth
I’m not really from Earth
We don’t dial 9-1-1
I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work
Better do your homework
I can hear that money callin’
I pick up the first ring (Go, go)
What you gon’ charge that old man for that pussy?
Girl, don’t hurt me
Iced out all my scammer hoes
Boost all they insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes
Who turned into influencers
Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave
I don’t care who she fuck
Best shit out her closet, it’s hot as hell
She got on Yeezy UGGS
I got moes with me, Bump out the feds
Mean I got foes with me
You got goofies with you, before I do that
I keep some hoes with me
Askin’ for my gun when I’m in Cali’
Nigga, this your city
Why you DM’in’ my bitch actin’ like we fuck?
These hoes below-semi
Street niggas want ramen
I don’t like calamari
Took her out that cheap shit
Took her to Bvlgari
Never tell her, Sorry
This car a Ferrari
Offset with this Cuban link
You think she was Cardi
Go (This Chicago, nigga, go)
Three gang leaders with me all times
I don’t know who I fucked last night
I got Alzheimer’s
I don’t know who them hoes is, man
They all lyin’
Brody, tell me who them hoes is, man
They all fine
Huntin’ hooligans
And we with the foolishness
How I’m anti-Semitic?
I just fucked a Jewish bitch
I just fucked Scooter’s bitch and
We ran her like Olympics
Got pregnant in the threesome
So whose baby is it?
Whose baby is it?
My niggas puttin’ belt to ass
Pull up with the switches
This ain’t Jimmy Butler
But the heat got extensions
This ain’t Columbine
But we came in with the trenches
She askin’ me to aim for her neck
Cause her boyfriend bought that necklace
With the trenches, precious,
With the trenches
Fuck it, I scratched another
Nigga woman up off my checklist
With the trenches, I’ve been livin’ reckless
I wish Takeoff wasn’t
There that night in Houston
Texas (With the trenches)
Wish I could bring G.Ca$$o back
That was my best friend
Chordz, I need you to give me somethin’ big
I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
Skinny pants flow, tell the ho
No, I don’t wanna fuck”
She can suck-suck-suck it ’til she suck it dry
California nigga with some European freaks
Bad-ass bitch from the
Middle E-E-E-East wanna lick on me
Stick on me, even though I got security
Even though she got a man, she know
He ain’t as pure as me, seriously
Soon as I get back
Tradin’ in my Urus for the Puro’ keys
Couple grey hairs up in my beard
that’s showin’ my maturity, yeah
Ayy, shoutout to my symphony
9th Ave, Spaced Out, we did that shit
So differently and brilliantly
Dolla $ign, Iggy, and we birth YG
Fades in the backyard, no talkin’
Take flight instantly
Ayy, Nate 3D, boot up my nigga, James Koo
My nigga, that’s D.R.U.G.$
She snortin’ that P out the D
She want me to put some of
This coke in her butt, ugh
She Russian, I beat up the pussy for Ukraine
Bought her a bag and I filled it with loose change
Just like my exes, she told me that
You changed,” yeah, yeah, yeah
Dolla’d done rather be fuckin’ it up
Still screamin’, “Free TC, Melly, and Thug”
Fuck the police, the DA, and the judge
Way out in Saudi, I found me a plug
Don’t wanna go out, she’d rather do drugs
Can’t be my main if we met in the club, ooh
Give me somethin’, bitch
I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna fuck
Here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I’m shootin’, game to light that
Give me somethin’, bitch
I’m talkin’ ’bout dollar signs
Look it here, ho, I don’t wanna fuck
Here’s a buck, but a buck, buck, buck
I’m shootin’, game to light that
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—
Game to light that—