VODKA Lyrics

Hate vodka but I'm about to start takin' shots

I gotcha

A monster with the long ass locs that swing like Rastas

Imposters want my .40 to pop

Tupac, who shot ya

Tupac, who shot ya

Hate vodka but I'm about to start takin' shots

I gotcha

A monster with the long ass locs that swing like Rastas

Imposters want my .40 to pop

Tupac, who shot ya

Tupac, who shot ya

A young nigga on his way to the top lookin' for guap

Hopin' that this elevator never stops

Stashin' them bands in a box

You know my bros got the nines and the Glocks

Play and get popped won't show no respect on an opp

And fuck yo block unless you ownin' them lots of land but I'm sure you not

So get photo opped

That flash'll burn, sun won't be blocked

Just wait your turn like the microwave

So a corn can pop

I'm the radioactive force to turn your stomach in knots

Like what we might see in O H I O

My god!

I'll still throb, end of the world or not

No story sob but I'll be the one you knock when you drivin' to yo job or posted up on they block

Or when found not guilty or you just payed ya bond

Help you feel free as if you never knew a God

Hate vodka but I'm about to start takin' shots

I gotcha

A monster with the long ass locs that swing like Rastas

Imposters want my .40 to pop

Tupac, who shot ya

Tupac, who shot ya

Hate vodka but I'm about to start takin' shots

I gotcha

A monster with the long ass locs that swing like Rastas

Imposters want my .40 to pop

Tupac, who shot ya

Tupac, who shot ya

I can be a bit nihilistic, highly vicious

Might even come try your misses

Can't deny I'm pimpin'

Hiding victims while they writhe in symptoms

You can think the sky's the limit

Third eye'll fix 'em

Niggas so bogus and they can't see shit 'cause their bigger picture's outta focus

Got the dice, I'm rollin'

Fight off mind controllin'

Snake eyes your demise in a disguise

Finally totin' while up on the grind and gears in motion

I been confessin' about the stress of the lessons and end up having no recollection of the shit I've been tellin'

I got some cracks in the melon and for the melanin I'm heaven sent

But never celibate, I'm making my nephilim for the hell of it

Better embellish it because I'll relish in the flex of kids

I'm tryna change the way I'm thinkin'

But life's a pain, got loved ones stankin'

That's why I'm tryna find a way save through manifestations

You know we dwell in the darkness

Just roam through hell tryna spark it

Become a plug with the bales what we chargin'

Trapped in this tunnel, like a funnel, keeps enlargin'

So many ways to do this shit

Give my shit play, it's too legit

Straight from the crawl space so dirt I gotta bring

My ancestors were raped, I'm moody bitch

Hate vodka but I'm about to start takin' shots

I gotcha

A monster with the long ass locs that swing like Rastas

Imposters want my .40 to pop

Tupac, who shot ya

Tupac, who shot ya

Hate vodka but I'm about to start takin' shots

I gotcha

A monster with the long ass locs that swing like Rastas

Imposters want my .40 to pop

Tupac, who shot ya

Tupac, who shot ya