VADER Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Rapid succession
When we brandish weapons
If you trying to keep ya life
You besta keep it stepping
Short-tempered
I don't do the tension
Hairpin triggers
Them ninas got extensions
Irons like a feminist
My niggas on the streets
They call me a legend
But if its anything you heard of illegal
It's alleged
Lawyers on my payroll
Give me a little leverage
Only god can judge me nigga
That's my closing sentence
Pointing at ya babe
Swinging for the fences
Ruthless bat like a thousand
In any room I step in
Ya niggas
Hang with men
I guess I know your preference
If you're a stepper
Then Im overstepping
Nigga check it
Listen close in all caps
I eat rappers for breakfast
So if you mention me in raps
Thats like having a death wish
Guillotines with sixteens
Could snap where your neck is
Behead ya ass
And take ya trash little
Wack little
Little necklace
The kickback on the tech
It reminds me of Tekken
So technically I'll be a gamer
If I blast you in seconds
Shots eat through ya flesh
And ask me for seconds
I'm catching wreck
Shit im a little reckless
Pressure
Pocket watch
I got some knots
That be fatter than Precious
Gotta respect it
Niggas eating the pot is impressive
Im only here to get the green
Then I'm plotting my exit
Thats one hell of a sentence
End it
Uh
It's like the A-Team dog
When we swing past blocks
Hop out the black van
With the swing-back stock
On that SK heavy spray
Blick at cops
Keep ya kids in the house
Everything getting shot
I held a slew of conversations
With Victor Medina
Kickin ideas back and forth
But I never did meet em
I think I'm made for paper planes
It might sound like I'm dreaming
Look at this fly shit that I'm doing
I bet you could see it
Ambition of a hustler
The mind of genius
Imagine selling drugs
And supplying a re-up
When I could touch
A million dollars
Off all my ideas
What a brilliant idea
The God is here
Nigga that's what got us here
Landed on my feet
I'm like SpaceX rocket dear
It's the new Rocketman
Minus the queer
Fuck ya program
You ain't cancelling shit here
I listen to slow jams
As I slam it in fifth gear
Jesus just grabbed the wheel
My niggas
So steer clear
Play your part
I'm in the crib
Hanging space invader art
With a Darth Vader heart
With lightsaber bars
Paradox
Niggas love hating ours
In some foreign cars
With the doors ajar
God
Shit looks like we kicked
A field goal
Door on the Ghini
Believe me
Escaped the feds like
Harry Houdini
You see me
I could be out here robin shit like Im Riri
Record squeaky
Like I hit that bitch with a squeegee
Paid in full
But more like Wayne Perry in DC
In hyper stealth
So you seldom will see me
Im ghost