Vlone ft. DIFF3RE3NT & Yung Sonny Lyrics

Vlone its all on my back and shit

I'm stacking these hunnits, I'm feeling' rich

I'm sipping this drink, I won't crash this whip

And I'm with the gang, yeah, guns equipped

I step on the side, your car gets flipped

Smoke the za, the pack gon hit

She's a groupie this time and the gang gon hit

And I'm lit with the gang, on some rockstar, shit

I'm rocking, I'm rocking, I'm rocking her the road

Had to tell her stop sucking this bitch gon' blow

Ima dip in the morning, I ain't leaving' a note

She's a slim, thick bitch got some pretty white toes

Coming late to the party, bitch, playing' with they nose

I stay in a group, bitch, I'm shooting with the bros

You wanted counted digits

And this za, we gon smoke to his Midget

Touch my game, I want to go home, get it

(Fah Fah)

Nigga gon' pop out, hit him

Getting that Deady, on counterfeit it

OK

Red dot, pop me, we twist em

Bullets gon' fly like a missile

Chalk on the scene Ima keep led in the pencil

(Bullets gon' fly like a missile)

(Bullets gon' fly like a missile)

(Bullets gon' fly like a missile)

Niggas know the deal, get in the field

S on my gun, I'm taunting a steel

If you fuck with the P, you get popped like a pill

I'm deep in her water, Ima swim like a seal

D2 the gang, you know that we real

My nigga, we rob, we cheat, we kill

Vlone its all on my back and shit

I'm stacking these hunnits, I'm feeling' rich

I'm sipping this drink, I won't crash this whip

And I'm with the gang, yeah, guns equipped

I step on the side, your car gets flipped

Smoke the za, the pack gon hit

She's a groupie this time and the gang gon hit

And I'm lit with the gang, on some rockstar, shit

AlRight, yeah, beat it from the back

I stay in that pussy, I'm running' these laps

I blow my brain, Cobain, get the cash

Racks and racks and racks and racks

I get the racks in the back

Nigga, pull up you gon' hit with the mac

I ain't talking about 10

Niggas talk shit, uh-huh, he got shot many men

Light it up, 50 cents, uh-huh, I got many man

Nigga, pull up, we gon' bust that man

No diddy, we gon bust that man

Send shots, send shots to the van

Heard you want smoke, okay, then send

We gon' leave that lil' nigga dead

We gon' send that nigga to bed

Yeah, yeah, you heard what I said

Run, run, run, run, run for the feds

Too high, I be geeking on the meds

Pull up we gon leave in a ditch

Designer on my body, I'm fly as shit

Niggas wanna play, you get sent to the sky and shit

My niggas really on the rise and shit

Huh

Shawty gon' ride the dick

She can act Verizon, I think I like that shit

Vlone its all on my back and shit

I'm stacking these hunnits, I'm feeling' rich

I'm sipping this drink, I won't crash this whip

And I'm with the gang, yeah, guns equipped

I step on the side, your car gets flipped

Smoke the za, the pack gon hit

She's a groupie this time and the gang gon hit

And I'm lit with the gang, on some rockstar, shit

New York, Home alone

Bitch on my phone won't leave me alone

Shit like I give a dog a bone

Smack down, give it to her raw

Ok

Bad bitch, call my phone

(AiRight)

Can she leave me alone

Okay, huh, huh,

I'm gon' hit it pro bone huh

Ice on my body, huh

I feel like Frozone, huh