Recognition, Pt. 1
Uhhh, Maserati Coupe for the fun
Bitch I been drippin' like a sponge
Made the hoe work out no lunge
How much money I got yea a ton
You pussy niggas little y'all my sons
Little bitch I'm the shit got the runs
When I let the mac fly, bet he run
Diamonds on me yea they shine like the sun
Wanna feature bet I'm taxing a fee
Hoes love me cause the hunnits' on me
Diamonds on me and they change the degrees
Im sick of these niggas think I'm bout to sneeze
45. Drop the boy to his knees
I stand on my money I'm higher than the trees
VVS's, yea they wet like Lake Mead
Can't beef with my son that nigga my seed
Louis V, with the mf prada
She call me baby not talking bout sada
Stay with more cheese than a plate of enchiladas
Bitch I'm the king I'm the fucking don dada
I'm fixing these hoes
Just like a technician
Run up on me
Bet this chop get to flippin'
I'm getting these chips shit let me start dippin'
I been in my bag lemme start to zippin'
#45 Man I'm feelin' like Jordan, hellcat I don't fuck with the foreigns
Dark thoughts in my head, lemme start pourin'
They sleep on the kid, the labels steady snorin'
They missin' out them niggas better wake up
Stop talkin'! Bitch you better get your cake up
Swear he tuff, still walking with his chains tucked
Everybody a thug till' them mf "thangs" bust
Dance on these hoes feelin' like I'm hotspot
When I walk out the "stu" the shit feel like a hotbox
My bitch sexy wearin' a chrome heart crop-top
Iceberg diamonds yea the shit gone drip drop
Maserati Coupe for the fun
Bitch I been drippin' like a sponge
Made the hoe work out no lunge
How much money on me? yea a ton
You pussy niggas little y'all my sons
Little bitch I'm the shit got the runs
When I let the mac fly, bet he run
Diamonds on me yea they shine like the sun
V-L-O-N-E
I'm a "Vlone Thug"
Fuck these hoes feelings
Talking bout she fuckin' need a hug
She swear she top notch on her spam
Talkin' bout she need a thug
But don't know what to do when she meet a fuckin' real thug!
Dog nigga
Give a fuck about these hoes
Don't love shit besides a bag with 6 "0's"
Trapping' day and night
24/7 Making more than the pros'
When shit pop off they don't fight, they just grab poles'
Aye... One fish... two fish... cat in the hat
The bitch shakin ass I throw up the racks
I want hella "m's"
I'm feelin' like Dak
I bought me a demon I threw it in track
If niggas want smoke send me the at
Big ass gun gone shoot till' it splat
Nigga tuff talk till' that nigga get whacked
Young real slime nigga yea you know it's big slat!
Bitch I been drippin' like a sponge
Made the hoe work out no lunge
How much money I got yea a ton
You pussy niggas little y'all my sons
Little bitch I'm the shit got the runs
When I let the mac fly, bet he run
Diamonds on me yea they shine like the sun
Wanna feature bet I'm taxing a fee
Hoes love me cause the hunnits' on me
Diamonds on me and they change the degrees
Im sick of these niggas think I'm bout to sneeze
45. Drop the boy to his knees
I stand on my money I'm higher than the trees
VVS's, yea they wet like Lake Mead
Can't beef with my son that nigga my seed
Louis V, with the mf prada
She call me baby not talking bout sada
Stay with more cheese than a plate of enchiladas
Bitch I'm the king I'm the fucking don dada
I'm fixing these hoes
Just like a technician
Run up on me
Bet this chop get to flippin'
I'm getting these chips shit let me start dippin'
I been in my bag lemme start to zippin'
#45 Man I'm feelin' like Jordan, hellcat I don't fuck with the foreigns
Dark thoughts in my head, lemme start pourin'
They sleep on the kid, the labels steady snorin'
They missin' out them niggas better wake up
Stop talkin'! Bitch you better get your cake up
Swear he tuff, still walking with his chains tucked
Everybody a thug till' them mf "thangs" bust
Dance on these hoes feelin' like I'm hotspot
When I walk out the "stu" the shit feel like a hotbox
My bitch sexy wearin' a chrome heart crop-top
Iceberg diamonds yea the shit gone drip drop
Maserati Coupe for the fun
Bitch I been drippin' like a sponge
Made the hoe work out no lunge
How much money on me? yea a ton
You pussy niggas little y'all my sons
Little bitch I'm the shit got the runs
When I let the mac fly, bet he run
Diamonds on me yea they shine like the sun
V-L-O-N-E
I'm a "Vlone Thug"
Fuck these hoes feelings
Talking bout she fuckin' need a hug
She swear she top notch on her spam
Talkin' bout she need a thug
But don't know what to do when she meet a fuckin' real thug!
Dog nigga
Give a fuck about these hoes
Don't love shit besides a bag with 6 "0's"
Trapping' day and night
24/7 Making more than the pros'
When shit pop off they don't fight, they just grab poles'
Aye... One fish... two fish... cat in the hat
The bitch shakin ass I throw up the racks
I want hella "m's"
I'm feelin' like Dak
I bought me a demon I threw it in track
If niggas want smoke send me the at
Big ass gun gone shoot till' it splat
Nigga tuff talk till' that nigga get whacked
Young real slime nigga yea you know it's big slat!
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Writer(s): Kameron Milner
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