Vlone

Every time I go to sleep, I keep that Mac on me I seen your friend get shot you a bitch, you ain't even act on it Pull up, pussy You ain't 'bout shit for real, oh yeah I got money, yeah I pull up with all hundreds yeah, for real Premium leather seats Switch my bitch up once a week Motherfuckers really can't stand the heat Bitch, I'm balling out like Miami Heat Let it be fucking known You be fucking with my old bitch But to each is they own I got rid of all my Off White Now I rock all Vlone All Vlone She calling all my phones Ignoring all them hoes In the cut like Neosporin I just asked to hit the Soarin Got a girl named Lauren, oh yeah Bad bitch, and she boring And you know I'm 'bout to floor it And I'm shopping at the store and oh yeah And you know that she a taurus And you know I can afford it And she sitting there looking gorgeous, oh yeah Sitting there looking gorgeous Don't mess up my floors bitch She got a big forehead It don't matter when she give me head It just be retarded My weed smell like it farted Kicking shit with Banco I swear we got a whole army Debo, he the sergeant Getting the bag regardless Brand new Air Force one's Bitch, don't mess up my new carpet Drinking coke and rum In my brand new little apartment Pull up in a Rolls and this bitch look like a starship Every time I go to sleep, I keep that Mac on me I seen your friend get shot you a bitch, you ain't even act on it Pull up, pussy You ain't 'bout shit for real, oh yeah I got money, yeah I pull up with all hundreds yeah, for real Premium leather seats Switch my bitch up once a week Motherfuckers really can't stand the heat Bitch, I'm balling out like Miami Heat Let it be fucking known You be fucking with my old bitch But to each is they own I got rid of all my Off White Now I rock all Vlone Authentic Vlone She calling my phone She call and we gone I'm out on the road I'm out on a boat I'm out on a yacht I just got some hoes They down at the spot I can't wife a hoe I can't wife a thot Blessings through my soul I been through a lot Every time I go to sleep, I keep that Mac on me I seen your friend get shot you a bitch, you ain't even act on it Pull up, pussy You ain't 'bout shit for real, oh yeah I got money, yeah I pull up with all hundreds yeah, for real