2001
The bigger the bezel, ya know Ima cop it
My drip stay on point, can't repeat it
Ya girl in my dm, she wanna fly out to the crib so I can beat it
Yea I'm talkin bout pussy
The shit that got all y'all niggas straight out here feening
Wasn't playing when we said since 2001 we them niggas, best believe it
Believe it
Believe it
Believe it
Believe it
Got a new piece I don't take out the freezer
Can't let nobody compare me to these niggas
Took you all a year just to get where I'm leaving
You lived off of handouts, it's time to achieve it
I'm cold with the shits, I done caught me a fever
I'm sick of these wannabe golden retrievers, I'm done
The bodies gon drop
Ya bitch gave me top
Yo music gon flop
While my shit hot
Ain't playin these games, my niggas will pop
I can't trust y'all niggas, y'all niggas some ops
That money you flexin ain't yours, need to stop
Ya bitch like my music, she says it's a bop
We skrrt off the lot, ya know it's a drop
We pull up, pop out then shots
Look at the rocks
Look at the gold plated crown on the top
I turned another idea to a bop
I don't got time to explain how to acquire the key
Better make sure you keep it on lock
Reserving the spot
Look at the hand on the clock
I got a whole another hand on the guap
She got a whole another hand on my
Stackin this paper is all ima do
Ima boss ass nigga, I ain't following rules
If you wanna press yo issue, dial 762
My bills can't be green, only walkin with blues
I got blues
And I got money on me too
Staying true
Only sharing money with my crew
I stick to myself, I dropped a bag on my new fit
I guess you can call me Vlonely
Y'all niggas phony
They copied the flow
But ain't pay the advance y'all niggas straight owe me
Look at my chain, you know its baguettey
She wanna come slurp me up like I'm spaghetti
Catch me lackin? Never. Im ready
Can't run from me nigga, im in yo dreams like Freddy
And I know they not ready for me and the bros, we like Ed, Edd and Eddy
We Johnny and Kreese, we striking like cobras
The shit that we spittin you know that it's deadly
Follow the road on the path of our dreams
And I see the vision I know where we steppin
We can't be matched, cause this our blessing
The top of the game is where we is heading
My drip stay on point, can't repeat it
Ya girl in my dm, she wanna fly out to the crib so I can beat it
Yea I'm talkin bout pussy
The shit that got all y'all niggas straight out here feening
Wasn't playing when we said since 2001 we them niggas, best believe it
Believe it
Believe it
Believe it
Believe it
Got a new piece I don't take out the freezer
Can't let nobody compare me to these niggas
Took you all a year just to get where I'm leaving
You lived off of handouts, it's time to achieve it
I'm cold with the shits, I done caught me a fever
I'm sick of these wannabe golden retrievers, I'm done
The bodies gon drop
Ya bitch gave me top
Yo music gon flop
While my shit hot
Ain't playin these games, my niggas will pop
I can't trust y'all niggas, y'all niggas some ops
That money you flexin ain't yours, need to stop
Ya bitch like my music, she says it's a bop
We skrrt off the lot, ya know it's a drop
We pull up, pop out then shots
Look at the rocks
Look at the gold plated crown on the top
I turned another idea to a bop
I don't got time to explain how to acquire the key
Better make sure you keep it on lock
Reserving the spot
Look at the hand on the clock
I got a whole another hand on the guap
She got a whole another hand on my
Stackin this paper is all ima do
Ima boss ass nigga, I ain't following rules
If you wanna press yo issue, dial 762
My bills can't be green, only walkin with blues
I got blues
And I got money on me too
Staying true
Only sharing money with my crew
I stick to myself, I dropped a bag on my new fit
I guess you can call me Vlonely
Y'all niggas phony
They copied the flow
But ain't pay the advance y'all niggas straight owe me
Look at my chain, you know its baguettey
She wanna come slurp me up like I'm spaghetti
Catch me lackin? Never. Im ready
Can't run from me nigga, im in yo dreams like Freddy
And I know they not ready for me and the bros, we like Ed, Edd and Eddy
We Johnny and Kreese, we striking like cobras
The shit that we spittin you know that it's deadly
Follow the road on the path of our dreams
And I see the vision I know where we steppin
We can't be matched, cause this our blessing
The top of the game is where we is heading
Credits
Writer(s): David Dupree
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