vi seconds - bnb freestyle lyrics
b+tch the flow is all madden
bring the flow to you in door to door fashion
cl!ck and send somethin’ to you
sh+t will flow through your colon ain’t passin’
hit your hoe with no magnum
slip when i’m through
you won’t do no askin’
six is cold in all fashions
put you through somethin’ f+ck with my cash and out
(hol’ up wait, wait what, ay ay ay what)
body you, body you, adios, adios
til you’re exposed to the vamonos
the clip is bananas, she think i’m bananas but still wanna suck on my platano
start takin’ aim at your arteries, it sound like cardi b i let the chopper go (okurrr)
y’all n+ggas don’t understand me
i only see blue faces that’s my new family
my pockets ain’t never countin’ they calories
they’ll put a lock of my hair in a gallery
under some tape and call that sh+t a masterpiece
you’ll try to duplicate, still won’t be half of me
they used to laugh at me, now wanna laugh with me
you ain’t got nothin’ on me
my money don’t fold nor bands
all this pressure made me cold
yet i still feel like a jam (wow)
i finally feel like that (n+gga)
seen a lot of paint bein’ dressed in black (n+gga)
the old me dead and he won’t come back (n+gga)
b+tch i move different
givin’ you loogies the two spittin’
me and two b+tches doin’ whatever the two smitten
then it’s on a new business you n+ggas won’t do sh+t
in order to feel ever fly see i improve quidditch
givin’ every trade there ain’t gonna be fool wit it
boutta go ape real, you tryin’ to fool wit em?
have my dogs sick on em’ you thinkin’ the flu wit em
once they pull a piece on you
you throwin’ the deuce wit em (what, what)
smokin’ loud at the crib with a thot in it
she good with her mout hand she bobbin’ it
grab the back of her head put some bop in it (woah)
yeah, yeah, i’m back in this b+tch and i’m poppin’ sh+t
you boutta get hit with a lot of sh+t
i brought you the casket you hopped in it
lord, lord
smokin’ loud at the crib with a thot in it
she good with her mout hand she bobbin’ it
grab the back of her head put some bop in it (woah)
yeah, yeah, i’m back in this b+tch and i’m poppin’ sh+t
you boutta get hit with a lot of sh+t
i brought you the casket you hopped in it
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