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​​visions (us) – yeah, okay! lyrics

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[chorus: visions]
yeah, okay!
i’m a bl++dy prophet
pull up to the spot i got a glock up in my pocket
that p+ssy was a dead man, you don’t see him walking
that boy undead, whoa, rise up from his coffin
i’m sick of attitude so all y’all children gonna get some discipline
talk down on my songs but you the one that’s always listenin’
listenin’, listenin’, listenin’, listenin’

[verse 1: visions]
all in flames, p+ssy boy he got a molotov
step up in the function yeah your b+tch yeah she gon’ hit me up
glocks steady turnin’, he can’t seem to point it out
deadset, deadlocked, shoot him in his f+cking couch
yeah, he thought he was safe like we would not spin up his block
smash his f+ckin’ head in with a cpu he shocked
driving 90 on thе highway in a burnout
[verse 2: rans0m]
yeah, okay!
he talkin’ like a dog hе ain’t gon’ bite, okay!
brought my choppa to the function it gon fight, okay!
if he talk a lot on twitter, it’s on sight, okay!
stackin’ all my cash it’s taller than my height, okay!
racks coming in
i been getting to my dollars i been getting to my end
yeah i got this on my own i ain’t get no helping hand
me and my brothas some bandits
that boy he talking outlandish
run up in the function grab my 30 let it spray
that boy frozen like a statue, just like he was made of clay
you ain’t gettin’ interaction, you was botting all your plays
me and visions laughin’ to the bank because we gettin’ paid
we been stacking up our chips, we been countin’ frito lays
we been getting the bag but you can’t say the same
you a broke boy, you a lame

[chorus: visions]
yeah, okay!
i’m a bl++dy prophet
pull up to the spot i got a glock up in my pocket
that p+ssy was a dead man, you don’t see him walking
that boy undead, whoa, rise up from his coffin
i’m sick of attitude so all y’all children gonna get some discipline
talk down on my songs but you the one that’s always listenin’
listenin’, listenin’, listenin’, listenin’
[outro: visions]
yeah, okay!
i’m a bl++dy prophet
pull up to the spot i got a glock up in my pocket
that p+ssy was a dead man, you don’t see him walking
that boy undead, whoa, rise up from his coffin



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