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vonte - shoutout lyrics

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aye!
3x

intro

shoutout to them n-ggas, wake up put they flag on
shoutout to them n-ggas who wake up and get they trap on
shoutout to them b-tches who get up and get they scam on
know a girl who head so good, i changed her name to scantron

every time i’m in her room she tell me take my pants off
and she looking at my wrist, said it look like a dancehall (phew!)
pistol in my right for those who act wrong
got em spanish, break her backbone, then i turn my swag on!

shoutout to them n-ggas who wake up and get they trap on
i can’t waste no minutes, i learned that when i had tracfone

verse 1

i can’t waste no time! (i cannot, i cannot)
2x

i don’t even bang but my glock do!
middle finger to the law, they gone stop who? (f-ck 12)
came up in that b-tch like i’m at drive thru
ordered me yo b-tch and some tacos!

i ain’t need a drink cause i got lean (i got that, i got that)
shoutout to my plug in the pharmacy!
shoutout to them b-tches i f-cked, probably
shoutout to them n-ggas that are mad at me (why you mad?)

f-ck boy, come battle me!
get yo face smacked while yo momma see
they gone call 12, but i’m out on bail
so ima hit the race, i can’t f-ck with jail (i cannot f-ck with that sh-t!)

shoutout to my bondsman!
i can’t waste no timing!
wrist a different climate!
it’s just perfect timing!

verse 2

aye

aye! i been shining bright feel like the north star
f-ck it ima gone head take my plug off
pink, pink comme des garcon it drip like duck sauce
someone get ya b-tch from round me, she a jump off!

its a dirty shame, she on the low down
and my jeweler made my chain in moscow (my, chain)

(blvckamethyst!)

aye!

f-ck you lil n-ggas, ya never was popular
i put them gucci shades right on my ocular
ya’ll n-ggas talking ya’ll n-ggas sone gossipers
young galileo that sh-t been my moniker

need the cash a$ap, always gone prosper
and i got bape camo on my bomber
and i got tommy all over my collar (galileo)
and i got cdg all on my converse!

i stay with the 40, i’m feeling like oliver
i made it rain, made her go check the doppler
she eat the d-ck and she swallow my toddlers
step out the whip and the inside peach cobbler

i shop at hermes, you shopping at hollister
if that b-tch is not a 10, i won’t talk to her
she looking at my wrist, look like euphoria
my side b-tch look like a eva longoria

(shoutout to them n-ggas, wake up put they flag on
shoutout to them n-ggas who wake up and get they trap on
shoutout to them b-tches who get up and get they scam on
know a girl who head so good, i changed her name to scantron

every time i’m in her room she tell me take my pants off
and she looking at my wrist, said it look like a dancehall
pistol in my right for those who act wrong
got em spanish, break her backbone, then i turn my swag on!

shoutout to them n-ggas who wake up and get they trap on
i can’t waste no minutes, i learned that when i had tracfone)

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