Vision
Yea yea yea go
Go, Yea yea yea go
What?, what on gang
Yea yea yea, Go
I got a vision I know what I want, If you know me you know Im that
Foe 'nem spinning lamping on them blocks, They purging for a hat
These niggas amaze me everyday, Since when the fuck he get like that?
She cant take that Im a rapper, Yeah I know lil bitch Im next
Shit get tragic bet not stop at lights, Cause they gon' let you have it
Inna function blowing dope, You know my sliders pistol packing
Niggas always on my dick, It's like they hate the fact Im rapping
As a shorty on that block, I used to watch big bro 'nem trappin'
She trying to be my bae, She don't know I got hoes just like Im Santa Clause
Ion take no pills, I heard they fake and mixed with adderall
Free my slimes know they a wipe yo nose, And they don't got it all
This lil bitch nasty break her back, No Im not trying to chat at all
I been through pain I persevere, I can't let it phase me
Bitch Im on the come up, 3400 monroe made me
Long live all the guys, Wish cee was here just to persuade me
All these bitches nun, Ion got no type but Im not swae lee
Im running up a sack, And praying that I dont ever lack
You not my bitch, So bitch get back
My lil bitch bad, She know she that
Im from chiraq, Where you get wacked
Fuck netflix, Bitch Im trying to fack
He say he tough but that's a act, Stand over him now he a pack
Too consistent confident, Don't think nobody on my level
Not wiz khalifa, But that glocky stinging shit like black & yellow
Had to lock away my heart, You know my shit be made of metal
Inna foreign I do the dash, To get away I stomp the petal
If you got me then I got you, I told bro nem that's how we rock and roll
If he acting weird straight off the rip, I prolly think he told
Oj savv I stand on ten, I doubt that I could ever fold
Stay dissing on my people, When I see him that lil boy better blow
Free mook my brodie used to be off drank, And still slidin'
Fifty just got him a glock, It's pressure what the team applying
Don't go dissin' on the net, If all yo homies still dyin'
Money always on my mental, Wont give up Im still tryin'
If you got up's Im still fying, Keep me a knot but I ain't tying
So much shit I plan on buying, Foe 'nem glocks be multiplying
Oj savv I rip the beat, You know I say dat all the time
Bro 'nem come through laying belt, He caught that hot shit now he frying
Go, Yea yea yea go
What?, what on gang
Yea yea yea, Go
I got a vision I know what I want, If you know me you know Im that
Foe 'nem spinning lamping on them blocks, They purging for a hat
These niggas amaze me everyday, Since when the fuck he get like that?
She cant take that Im a rapper, Yeah I know lil bitch Im next
Shit get tragic bet not stop at lights, Cause they gon' let you have it
Inna function blowing dope, You know my sliders pistol packing
Niggas always on my dick, It's like they hate the fact Im rapping
As a shorty on that block, I used to watch big bro 'nem trappin'
She trying to be my bae, She don't know I got hoes just like Im Santa Clause
Ion take no pills, I heard they fake and mixed with adderall
Free my slimes know they a wipe yo nose, And they don't got it all
This lil bitch nasty break her back, No Im not trying to chat at all
I been through pain I persevere, I can't let it phase me
Bitch Im on the come up, 3400 monroe made me
Long live all the guys, Wish cee was here just to persuade me
All these bitches nun, Ion got no type but Im not swae lee
Im running up a sack, And praying that I dont ever lack
You not my bitch, So bitch get back
My lil bitch bad, She know she that
Im from chiraq, Where you get wacked
Fuck netflix, Bitch Im trying to fack
He say he tough but that's a act, Stand over him now he a pack
Too consistent confident, Don't think nobody on my level
Not wiz khalifa, But that glocky stinging shit like black & yellow
Had to lock away my heart, You know my shit be made of metal
Inna foreign I do the dash, To get away I stomp the petal
If you got me then I got you, I told bro nem that's how we rock and roll
If he acting weird straight off the rip, I prolly think he told
Oj savv I stand on ten, I doubt that I could ever fold
Stay dissing on my people, When I see him that lil boy better blow
Free mook my brodie used to be off drank, And still slidin'
Fifty just got him a glock, It's pressure what the team applying
Don't go dissin' on the net, If all yo homies still dyin'
Money always on my mental, Wont give up Im still tryin'
If you got up's Im still fying, Keep me a knot but I ain't tying
So much shit I plan on buying, Foe 'nem glocks be multiplying
Oj savv I rip the beat, You know I say dat all the time
Bro 'nem come through laying belt, He caught that hot shit now he frying
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Writer(s): Oj Savv
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