guap tarantino & nav - vvs lyrics
[intro: guap tarantino & atl jacob]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
big guap
atl jacob
these vvss on my neck, them diamonds shinin’
check the record
all these diamonds, i’ma take ’em, perfect timin’
yeah, oh
[chorus: guap tarantino]
these vvss on my neck, them diamonds shinin’ (oh)
cuz just bought the new maybach, the top reclinin’ (skrt)
i told these n-ggas don’t hit my jacket, i’m flyin’ private (flyin private)
i drip that sauce up on that green, i’m thousand island
we on that young n-gga sh-t, you know we stylin’
put some chanels on that ting, it made her goddess
i came a long way from them bank deposits
all that sh-t that we done went through, now we got it
[verse 1: guap tarantino]
sixteen, f-ckin’ hoes in the lobby (racks)
bad tings, i’m on they neck like a violin (woo)
more wings than a jet, i got them risin’ (brr)
we just kickin’, havin’ s-x on an island
i just seen she badder when i put her in that mazi (yah)
and i told all the betters i’ma work it, nonstop it
h-ll nah, i won’t let up, got them birds from the posse (yah)
yeen got no money, then just shut up, you erased from the topic (yah yah)
i hit your b-tch, man, havin’ s-x like where my hide is?
i keep that drizzy, f-ck them n-ggas pocket watchin’ (brr)
i’m havin’ so much spill that it’s toxic
and i stay on that pill, gimme that body (woo)
[chorus: guap tarantino]
these vvss on my neck, them diamonds shinin’ (oh)
cuz just bought the new maybach, the top reclinin’ (skrt)
i told these n-ggas don’t hit my jacket, i’m flyin’ private (flyin private)
i drip that sauce up on that green, i’m thousand island
we on that young n-gga sh-t, you know we stylin’
put some chanels on that ting, it made her goddess
i came a long way from them bank deposits
all that sh-t that we done went through, now we got it
[verse 2: nav]
first time i sold some work, i got it on consignment
first grade, i went to school ain’t hand in my -ssignments (yuh)
might take a vacay, twenty b-tches on a island
if i see it and i want it, then i’m buyin’ (yuh)
it’s harder bein’ fake so what’s the point in lyin’?
i been through so much pain like, what’s the point in cryin’? (yuh)
ain’t pullin’ over, never sober when i’m drivin’
on tour, i get drugs every city i arrive in (yuh)
makin’ songs, i came a long way sellin’ remix
i got so much rings that i could cover three fists
pay for everything, but i can’t stand a cheap b-tch
bust down ap, this is not a cheap wrist
[chorus: guap tarantino]
these vvss on my neck, them diamonds shinin’ (oh)
cuz just bought the new maybach, the top reclinin’ (skrt)
i told these n-ggas don’t hit my jacket, i’m flyin’ private (flyin private)
i drip that sauce up on that green, i’m thousand island
we on that young n-gga sh-t, you know we stylin’
put some chanels on that ting, it made her goddess
i came a long way from them bank deposits
all that sh-t that we done went through, now we got it
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