2 Chainz, Symba, Major Myjah, Stove God Cooks - Vlad TV lyrics

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV
He told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks
Bought pounds and we learned that
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self
(Oh, na na na na)
That the dope ain't gon' sell it'self
Got a key, got a P
Better believe that dope ain't
Gon' sell it'self (Oh)
Comin' from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self

Dirty kitchens, thirty-sixes
(Woo) , residue on dishes
Loaded rent on missions
Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff
We back to business
Even took the dashboard off
And hid some chickens
Two up on both sides like


I was Richard Nixon, bitch, i'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell
'em that's just stove talk, i'm realistic
(Big chat) shit, you think he really got
Enough money to lay on? (No)
Rolls Royce séance
Woke up in the ghost all from the store run
Bobby Flay on niggas (Bobby Flay on niggas)
I might auction off the scale I
Use to put the yay on (Woo)
They wanna dim my light
But that shit stay on
Tell that nigga play on
Tell my young boy, hop out
Turn that AK-K-K-K on (Grrrt, bah bah bah)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
They like "God
You on your way?" and I'm like "On my way?
You ever had so many you can't weigh 'em?"
Don't even say none

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV
He told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks
Bought pounds and we learned that
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self
(Oh, na na na na)
Comin' from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self
(Oh, na na na na, shh)

I watched my cuz drop out of
USF to be like BMF
Set up a kitchen set in Grandma
Basement and started whippin' wet
Granny askin', "What's that
Smell?" It's soap, i been on CBS
Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX
Rough ridin', tellin' lies
They fiendin' for a kiss of death
A brick ain't gon' grow legs and arms
And learn how to sell it'self
A pack ain't gon' go book a flight
And learn how to mail it'self
So what the fuck you niggas gon' do
To get this shit off the shelf?
Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones
(Zones) sixteen in each one, if you
Sell eight for five, that's eight above
If weed don't work, it's always blow
Percs and Xans if they don't smoke
Heroin, broke down to O's
The code word is HBO
Niggas watch some Power, move a lil'
Powder and think they Ghost, nigga

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV
He told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks
Bought pounds and we learned that
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self
(Okay, I'ma pop my shit)
Comin' from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self
(Oh, now Southside Riverdale Road, Tony)

Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot
Pot arm and Hammer, no-knock warrant
Then a mugshot
I'ma get out the next mornin', bond put up
(Put up) coke, yeah
I used to move that bitch like Luda (Move)
Yeah, the Jays take hit Zab Judah
Spin the Pro Tools
Left residue on the computer (Left it)
I 'member whippin' in the microwave
Was futuristic (It was)
Store runs for the rubber bands
I truly miss it (True)
Yeah, the fiends were my only fans (M-m-m)
My stash spot was a all
Purple Crown Royal bag (True, true)
The 44 bulldog Georgetown Hoya fan (Boom)
The Draco a sign a nigga like an autograph
(Grrt)
I stash trees by my balls like ornaments
Let 'em know I'm 'bout to
Win this motherfuckin' tournament (I'ma win)
They givin' away a gold fork for the winner
(Skkrt)
Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender
(A blender?)
I was standing on the block playing center

I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV
He told on himself (Shh)
Bought bricks
Bought pounds and we learned that
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self (yeah)
(Oh, na na na na na na na)
That the dope ain't gon' sell it'self
Got a key, got a P
Better believe that dope ain't
Gon' sell it'self (Oh)
Comin' from the block we from, nigga
Dope ain't gon' sell it'self