Vince McMahon ft. Drego Lyrics

They wanna see me play put the ball in my hands

They gon' need a replay tryna see how I got in

Behind the scenes like he hate me see me it's all smiles and hands

I done put that shit on made me walk like Vince McMahon

I done put my kicks on her head try and break the bed

It's so damn hot on the east you can bake some bread I'm so damn hard on a freak

I'ma make her pledge You gotta get schooled while we eat shit like special ed

I don't know who told him he with me I ain't give no stamps

He done took my kindness for weakness I got a ham

I watch film just for the defense can't guard with hands

Gilbert Arenas the heater in the locker man When them M's come

Don't try bluffing you done showed your hand You ain't posted nothing since 2020 I thought you was dead

I'm the one who niggas model after I am not a fan Nigga got my number and aint call

went straight to the gram Nigga got some money and start hatin' he a fuckin' ham

Another hard nigga from Detroit they like not again Thot say she need a piece of that

It's like cottage inn Like I pulled up shootin' at dip set I could drop a Jim (gem)

It's a war zone keep that blicky if you droppin' in All this lingo got em in a trans ain't know I was him

It's a bopper concealed in my pants I'm a lil' trim Call his ass T.I. he can't even do a lil' flip

I just mind my B.I. cause I'm focused on us gettin' rich

They slow as hell for thinkin' I was signin' for that lil' shit Yeah

I keep tellin' her we gone link I'm a lil' spent I mean you cool but can you fuck with me? Not a lil' bit

Like I kicked out before three you got a lil' pen I got Raising Kanan right with me that's a lil fifth

I done sowed now its time to reap here come real shit Man these niggas is nothin' like

me I got real mix

If your dope could take a two or more you got real bricks

Baby bend that ass over damn you real thick I'm gettin' head on the phone makin' pill flips

And that's real shit I ain't sign nothin' less than a meal ticket

I know my niggas locked down they gon' feel this If you around me you got a bag or you kill shit

You still on the hound doggybone that's old news

I run some bands up and give some' to my old dude

They like Lowe's what you on? What I'm posed to

Oh now you hangin' round dog they some hoes too

Tiptoeing through your city with a pack of skittles niggas know I beat the road like an instrumental

If I gotta up the pole you gon' need a spittle Oh you still got some Vezzos I'm on my way to get em

Yeah I still got the trap goin' I just rap a little You got this shit misconstrued dog you trappin different

You the type to blow a big bag dawg and stack a little

Baby got a deep pussy damn she can pack a pickle

I hit it from the back I like the way it jiggle

She reach through her legs and give my balls a tickle Remember when I had that M30 run

To see if they real dawg I had to lick em

You gotta drop on the opps then you better blitz em

I got a stock on the chop and it kick a little

I got pyrex vision bout to mix some cain Take the L's with the dubs it's all in the game You know I stay the

same but I watch niggas change I was hittin' bitches off my name before I got a chain

I was sending the bag with my mans before I got a lane I was puttin' the pros to the side

just in case it rain