Villas

The way that I talk it, the way that I meant it They standing around me I move in the center My name on my pendant, my girl independent My wife and my ex's look better together I'm keeping the peace, but I keep a beretta I'm paying the lease, and I'm paying vendettas I come wit the word, and I come with the letters On top of your bitch Now you under some pressure I'm down for whatever the shit is The crib in the Villas The one I get lit at for holiday visits I flooded the street like I flooded my wrist I put one in your head Hope you watching your sixes Shit talking me down takes a lot of convincing I'm packing him up This is not an eviction We smoking the dogs This is not an addiction I'm throwing out subs like it's link in description Yea Colors and stones on the memory foam I'm securing the front and the backend Swear that it feel like it's nobody here At least half of you gone when I'm snapping Spins on my songs like it's rotary phones Watch the numbers I'm hitting in action Miss me, then miss me without all the talking or you'll end up missing in Get tagged like beats on God Like Tay Keith, this too hard Yea, f*ck is you doing? Text me six blue hearts Miss you, miss you more I know what I'm doing Cuts like whole new swords Bitch we been through wars Look what you ruined Ran through cribs before What's wrong with one more? F*ck is you Came with the dog, then it's hand to the heart Then I'm throwing it up like a nazi Still in the spot with like twelve in the glock If you stirring the pot like Lagasi Spinning your block since it's seven o clock Now it's eight on the dot I keep watching the watch, how you not at your spot? We gonna run with the drop and then cut the boy off in the lobby F*ck wit the team, but it's me and it's me And I'm locking on in on my dolo Rappers I see what your problem is Balance your marketing Mix up the talent and promo I been the guy when they guys was just regular Niggas won't say it, but bet that they know though My baby wear dresses as thin as kimonos She probably go viral for posting the photos I run with moreno's and run wit some cholo's No I don't see color, I only see cutthroats There ain't no discussion, not pushing no huddles I tried it before but it ain't do enough though I'm still in the cut And I'm cutting out everything left from them niggas that did me the illest Like f*ck it I'm carrying grudges Until funerals coming My coffin be padded in feelings Ay