Vendetta lyrics

Woah, woah, woah, woah (lil Top, nigga) Woah, woah (what you on?), woah, woah Woah, woah, woah, woah (this Northside, 38, free DDawg) Woah, woah (lil Top, nigga) You know Kentrell, you know he keep a shovel He gon' keep his distance, even with family, like he got a vendetta, yeah Real Birdman, pull up and change the weather What I said? Hold on, let me say it, again, fuck you, we can do whatever, pussy nigga Got my first pistol from KD, I went to poppin' with it How the fuck you poke your chest out? You ain't got more money than me, my pockets different In the murder section, I ain't got no vest on Murder weapon, I pop you with it If I'm gon sleep, then I don't sleep long, I'm a hustler, I got visions I'm in a million-dollar car, no tags Phone call, another bag Bad bitch, a big ass We both done took one Xan' I be out here in these streets and I don't hide from these niggas (don't hide) I got twelve cars and that's twelve ways to ride on these niggas (ride) I pull up Dayton Vogues, and my clothes is the finest These hoes and my bros all behind me (all behind me) Blue lights, oh, no, the law done stopped me (woah, woah, woah) I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets (woah, woah, woah, woah) I just pulled up in a Mulsanne, baby, this a big bird Baby, I don't do names, really don't wan' do words I keep open heart because I need somebody (ooh) Just give me your heart and you won't need nobody (oh) I'm a gangster, drop my pin and then I switch up my location If I tell you: I need you: You should believe, I don't do no fakin' I been tryna set the plot to rearrange, they want my placement Anywhere I bang, every opposition, I'm tryna get replacement I'm a locksmith, every section of the frame, not complicated Dedicated, I demonstrated, now I got 'em motivated I'm stimulated, them calls waitin', them pussy niggas soldier hatin' They can tamper and get dismantled, I'm gon' face 'em, bitch The economy I was raised in, you can't find no authentication in Authenticated, I can't be duplicated I be steady ponderin', I ain't situated I'm patiently waitin', everything you got, just know it's planned to be confiscated When I pull up, I'm confiscatin', ain't got no time for no conversations Mi familia I kill me enemy, now they wan' investigate me And me team in the hood, they die for me, on side of me or somewhere near me Inside me, ragin', a mystical feelin', in the sky, I'm feelin' My brother, my ma raised me a gangster, everyday I be sinnin' I'm in a million-dollar car, no tags Phone call, another bag Bad bitch, a big ass We both done took one Xan' I be out here in these streets, and I don't hide from these niggas I got twelve cars and that's twelve ways to ride on these niggas I pull up Dayton Vogues, and my clothes is the finest (woah, woah, woah) These hoes and my bros all behind me (woah, woah, all behind me) Blue lights, oh, no, the law done stopped me (woah, woah, woah) I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets (woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't need her (need her) I come from the jungle, told the bitch: I'm a cheetah (cheetah) Who the gun owner? And the bitch said: Velveeta ('veeta) I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my liter I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with Murder Amunita She call me DeSean, and she weak, when I leave her My heart, it ain't too numb, if she cheat, I might beat her (her) Hold up, let me rethink, I don't need her Inside my Molly, I think this pussy-boy put fentanyl (he put what?) Hold up, top-floor boss, five bad bitches, five sticks in the truck I'm the man, can't go, now, nigga playin', pull up, I'ma hit a bitch with one Nigga, add that up thirty million RE Five million on a condo I ain't never see Ought to go for to think and smoke my weed Bad bitch from the back and watch the seat I don't need her (need her) I come from the jungle, told the bitch: I'm a cheetah Who the gun owner? And the bitch said: Velveeta ('veeta) I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my liter I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with Murder Amunita Dayton Vogues and my clothes is the finest And these hoes and my bros all behind me Blue lights, ah, man, the law done stopped me I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets Huh, huh, woah, Velveeta Huh, what ya on, 5? (Woah, slime, Top, haha) Play with me, I'ma go, when it, it's on Nigga, I prefer black Prada Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Huh, huh, oh, woah (I'm a motherfuckin' problem, nigga) I'm Lil Top, woah, huh On Kacey, this to Choppaboy, you know? Huh, free Vaughn