18veno - mic check lyrics
[intro]
(d+mn, jay, this sh+t hard)
gah, gah, gah, gah
(imixnation for real)
(on god, chen just made a banger, yeah)
veno
[chorus]
mic check, one, two (check this motherf+cker)
talkin’ out his top, might step on you (step on that motherf+cker)
barbecue, beef sh+t, leave him hot like stew
four hoes, my d+ck leave ’em stuck like glue (lil’ bitty b+tch)
i’m cruisin’ in my six+four, but i got that 30 on me
i got charges pendin’, the judge, he tryna put thirty on me
up late night, i’m gettin’ it, i’m trappin’ until the early morning (trap)
all these n+ggas b+tches, i’m richer than all of my opponents
[verse 1]
richer than my opps, yes, sir (uh+huh, b+tch)
if you richer than your opps, say, “yes, sir” (ayy, b+tch)
if you tryna spin the block, say, “yes, sir”
hop out with this glock and run ’em down and put this b+tch to work (i see him cryin’ like a ho)
i see them tears runnin’ down your face
i know trick mad as f+ck when i beat my attempted murder case
we like to hit sh+t up, we be slidin’ late night with them dracs
so shut that b+tch sh+t up ’fore we pull up and wet up your place
godd+mn, we done left a pool there
neighborhood, slide through your block in a wheelchair
my paper good, i tried to leave the block, but i’m still there
i wish you would, you gon’ meet the glock, n+gga, be aware
[chorus]
mic check, one, two (check this motherf+cker)
talkin’ out his top, might step on you (step on that motherf+cker)
barbecue, beef sh+t, leave him hot like stew
four hoes, my d+ck leave ’em stuck like glue (lil’ bitty b+tch)
i’m cruisin’ in my six+four, but i got that 30 on me
i got charges pendin’, the judge, he tryna put thirty on me
up late night, i’m gettin’ it, i’m trappin’ until the early morning (trap)
all these n+ggas b+tches, i’m richer than all of my opponents
[verse 2]
that’s a man down (b+tch)
pants down, a d+mn clown (b+tch)
put your hands down
’cause we ain’t shootin’ nan’ round
how that d+mn sound? (okay)
boy, you rattin’ like a f+ckin’ b+tch
‘terrogation room, i told ’em crackers eat my f+ckin’ d+ck (my motherf+ckin’ d+ck)
but that’s how it go (go)
i’m from the motherf+ckin’ four (four)
b+tch, i’m the motherf+ckin’ g.o.a.t. (g.o.a.t.)
and i got pull on the guys like a rope (rope)
i’m with the gang, never change on the bros
ride 18, lil’ b+tch, we been that
go pop the trunk where the motherf+ckin’ stick at
say it’s a problem, we ready to fix that
black sheet, grab the chopper, wrap ’em in a black sheet
up the mac and squeeze this b+tch and let it spit like max b
this sh+t get wavy
i been makin’ plays like the patriots
f+ckin’ on that b+tch, but she can’t never have my baby (nope)
we tote a lot of sticks, but we do not tote no .380s (nope)
my uncle with the sh+t, we servin’ crack like it’s the ’80s (andre, veno gang)
and i’m just coolin’ in this b+tch
got three bad+ass lil’ hoes grippin’ on my ksubis in this b+tch
got three 18s with me grippin’ on them toolies in this b+tch
i up, face+shot, man down, i might just lose it in this b+tch
ayy, ayy, and i’m just vibin’ in this ho
it’s a shooter at the door
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