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vito la bamba - aint heard about you freestyle ft 10 40 shawty lyrics

scotty gang
cocaine sh-t, man

[verse 1: vito la bamba]
b-tch i’m a king
my life filled with action
gang, gang, gang, gang
work through and dip, po-po’s start clappin’
so many ratchets, i can’t make sh-t happen
know i got glizzy tucked under the hoodie
come through with the shots, b-tch call me billy
not cuffing no hoe, b-tch is you silly?

[verse 2: 10 40 shawty]
i just bought a pole and i’m thirsty to try it out
them bullets start squirting and flying out
n-ggas see us and start searching for hideouts
when they see us we might murk ’em and hideout (boom)
p-ssy boy, i’ll blow your mind out
can’t take the shots, take a permanent timeout
you just gotta watch, it’s my time now
off the same sh-t that had k!lled amy winehouse (whoa)

[verse 3: vito la bamba]
roll up on your -ss with the semi
i ain’t go alone, scotty gang rollin’ with me
riding through the city, blowin’ loud by the fifty
pipes got 20 but i only bagged 50
50 on the dash cause you know this ride a hemi
know she uh go and do the dance for some remy
she in love with the king, put a crown on her t-tty

[verse 4: 10 40 shawty]
you n-ggas can’t f-ck with me
money over b-tches cause i can’t trust b-tches
ain’t it funny how it goes with these 20’s and these 50’s?
make your woman do these dishes
i -ssume, i am first
they approve, that’s the worst, thing for you
put that n-gga -ss down like no work day for you
it’s your birthday, the cool make you whisper, n-gga
24/7, tearin off n-gga. don’t miss n-gga

[verse 5: vito la bamba]
came out the cut, can’t believe what i’m grippin’
david blane rueger, i ping, you go missin’
leave a f-ck n-gga brain on the dishes
(bop) blood and cocaine on the dishes
10-40 cocaine on the dishes
c0ke king insane, go insane on you b-tches
y’all can’t take the heat, i’m gon stay in the kitchen
and b-tch i be whippin’, this c0ke i be flippin’

[verse 6: 10-40 shawty]
so pardon my offense, b-tch
i gotta b-tch named nina you can kiss b-tch
with a scope, hit a n-gga from a distance
make a n-gga tuck and roll like a gymnast
i’m in the kitchen, on the stove like a chemist
i load the chopper, let it unload ’til it finish
i know some b-tches suck the soul out a menace
i know some n-ggas sold they soul for them benzes

[verse 7: vito la bamba]
they gon k!ll me? that’ll never happen
keep an automatic, catch his -ss in traffic
bullets touch his back
that n-gga turned around, my n-ggas knocked him out
forget the 1 on 1’s, we play with army guns
bullets block the sun, big revolver sh-t
i c-ck back with a, force that’ll tear you apart
them bullets hit they mark
put your -ss in the dark

[bridge: vito la bamba]
sleep dis on scotty, boy i’m on your top
set him up with thots
waiting at your door, with berettas c-cked
they gon k!ll a king? must be smokin’ rocks
b-tch i got juice. no i’m not pac
talk to scotty? you can find me at the spot
i’m in these streets and i’m lookin for ops
see a op, i’ma blow his top
(bop bop bop bop)

[verse 8: 10 40 shawty]
f-ck n-gga can’t score up on the benches
33 and got me feeling like i’m pippen
catch a body like i caught somebody slippin’
get it? like i caught somebody slippin’
n-ggas see me like they saw somebody different
broke bodies don’t get boughtup to existence
told scotty i don’t need no co-existence
cause i body everybody like there’s no compet-tion
now say this sh-t isn’t scary
when you know a n-gga coming, tryna get you buried
see i got a premonition, visionary
put my d-ck up in your mouth, call it dictionary
i’ll run up in your house, come out the b-tch with mary
i been playing cat and mouse, but this ain’t tom and jerry
how the f-ck did you not know that i was automatic
f-ck around a throw my bows up, make this armageddon

[hook: vito la bamba]
and we ain’t heard nothing bout you
these n-ggas is rappers, these n-ggas ain’t savage
we’ll send shots at you

- vito la bamba lyrics

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