(intro)
Ha aye (lil b#tch)
Yeah ahahaha (yeah)
Yeah hahaha (yeah)
(verse 1)
P-p-pull out the knife pull out the switchblade
Balling so hard i feel like i’m mj
Talking that sh#t and i pull out this big drake
I carry them sticks i carry them big things
Kicking his #ss i feel like i’m lui kang
Stay with the clan i’m not taking about wu tang
Choppa it switch up like some mood swings
Can’t f#ck with that boy that n#gg# he so lame
I’m with the team they all on the roster
Ball in the paint like i’m iguodala
n#gg#s so broke they ain’t got no dollar
Rocking that fendi i’m rocking that prada
And i gucci it’s all on my collar
Spot on that boy you know that we shot em
Stay with my nina i feel like i’m autumn
Draco beatbox we spot em we got em
(hook)
(yeah)
Took a xan a couple bars
On my wrist be audemar
I feel like a superstar
O-o-on the block wе dropped that boy
Can’t play me son no i ain’t no toy
I hold them racks up with joy
Wе send that boy right to the lord
Run in your house we down doors
We got them racks up on the floor
I got the guwap, but i want more
And we got hella sticks galore
And in the trap we pouring 4s
I keep my glock right in the drawer
And blow that b#tch when i get bored
(boom)
(verse 2)
Can’t f#ck with no 1s only them benjamin’s
Taking these percs yeah i’m taking my medicine
Lil boy you a rookie and i stand as a veteran
Can’t 1 up on me lil boy i’m the better man
Keep on a lil tux man i feel like a gentleman
Shot his #ss up now that boy he a skeleton
Swerve in a vette and i swerve in a rover
Do-do-do-blatt now that boy slumped over
Look at your ice, but my sh#t colder
Keep an ak strapped on my shoulder
(yeah)
Brand new glock it got a red beam
All these n#gg#s wanna test me
Kickin sh#t i feel like bruce lee
Got my paper it be loose leaf
I’m real slime, but i’ll make your nose bleed
All these n#gg#s they can’t hoe me
Got these bands i’m on my lonely
And these n#gg#s they be phony
Call up vonte that’s by broddie
Test lil bro he snatch yo chain
Just like fredo my glocks bang
(hook)
Took a xan a couple bars
On my wrist be audemar
I feel like a superstar
O-o-on the block we dropped that boy
Can’t play me son no i ain’t no toy
I hold them racks up with joy
We send that boy right to the lord
Run in your house we down doors
We got them racks up on the floor
I got the guwap, but i want more
And we got hella sticks galore
And in the trap we pouring 4s
I keep my glock right in the drawer
And blow that b#tch when i get bored
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Vlone Santana Lyrics – DEMON TIME!