G.T., Lil Yee - VVS lyrics
[G.T., Lil Yee - VVS lyrics]
(CARTEL)
Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout no cartel
Lil' nigga (Ferno, you spazzin')
Fuck outta here, nigga
You ain't never split shit up the middle, boy
Yeah (Tizzle bring the heat, boy) , yeah, yeah
Mask on when I use the blender
A thousand dollars for my denim
Twenty racks in my right pocket
Half of that, I'll have them kill you
Stock 20 FN, favorite pistol
Chrome Heart hoodie with a quarter in it
Watch your mouth and keep your distance
We still hit licks up a half a million
We hella straight, nigga, every day
We gettin' cake me and all my niggas
I pour a four, I smoke a zip
Nigga, every day to clеar my mental
Ayy, call my ho, tell her clеan my pistol
Say, GT, you know I'm with you
This new GT Benz too official
We still mess up, go hop out rentals
High as the hills, fly as an eagle
Make racks that's legal and illegal
Chillin', sittin' talkin' with the plug
Takin' shots of Casamigos
Man, I don't even know them people
What the fuck you talkin' for?
Man, I don't even know them people
Who the fuck you talkin' to?
This Rolex hit like it's illegal
That's just my alter ego
My brand new charms, they came from Reno
That bitch Childish Gambino
Come through, make a movie, throw a fifty
Me and Tarantino
We play our hand, we make the chips
Just like we just hit the casino
Lil' nigga, why you hatin' on me for?
All I wanna do is get them C notes
Down in the Bay, I fuck with the 'bows
When I'm back at home, I fuck with the blow
You doin' too much, ayy, no, I don't
I'm with the wave, you ridin' the boat
I keep screamin' out, "Ayy, free Lil Tone"
Bitch, free Lil Tone
Mask on when I use the blender
A thousand dollars for my denim
Twenty racks in my right pocket
Half of that, I'll have them kill you
Stock 20 FN, favorite pistol
Chrome Heart hoodie with a quarter in it
Watch your mouth and keep your distance
We still hit licks up a half a million
We hella straight, nigga, every day
We gettin' cake me and all my niggas
I pour a four, I smoke a zip
Nigga, every day to clear my mental
Ayy, call my ho, tell her clean my pistol
Say, GT, you know I'm with you
This new GT Benz too official
We still mess up, go hop out rentals
VVS on my neck, that shit pressure
And your baby mama just bust a date
Then left a trap on the dresser (Ayy)
Lil' dog, I ain't even fuck your ho
But she came out of that necklace
I rock twenty-six Forgiatios and I
Ride around real reckless (Ayy, skrrt)
I rock twenty-six Forgiatios and I
Ride around real reckless
Y'all don't know nothin' 'bout no cartel
Lil' nigga (Ferno, you spazzin')
Fuck outta here, nigga
You ain't never split shit up the middle, boy
Yeah (Tizzle bring the heat, boy) , yeah, yeah
Mask on when I use the blender
A thousand dollars for my denim
Twenty racks in my right pocket
Half of that, I'll have them kill you
Stock 20 FN, favorite pistol
Chrome Heart hoodie with a quarter in it
Watch your mouth and keep your distance
We still hit licks up a half a million
We hella straight, nigga, every day
We gettin' cake me and all my niggas
I pour a four, I smoke a zip
Nigga, every day to clеar my mental
Ayy, call my ho, tell her clеan my pistol
Say, GT, you know I'm with you
This new GT Benz too official
We still mess up, go hop out rentals
High as the hills, fly as an eagle
Make racks that's legal and illegal
Chillin', sittin' talkin' with the plug
Takin' shots of Casamigos
Man, I don't even know them people
What the fuck you talkin' for?
Man, I don't even know them people
Who the fuck you talkin' to?
This Rolex hit like it's illegal
That's just my alter ego
My brand new charms, they came from Reno
That bitch Childish Gambino
Come through, make a movie, throw a fifty
Me and Tarantino
We play our hand, we make the chips
Just like we just hit the casino
Lil' nigga, why you hatin' on me for?
All I wanna do is get them C notes
Down in the Bay, I fuck with the 'bows
When I'm back at home, I fuck with the blow
You doin' too much, ayy, no, I don't
I'm with the wave, you ridin' the boat
I keep screamin' out, "Ayy, free Lil Tone"
Bitch, free Lil Tone
Mask on when I use the blender
A thousand dollars for my denim
Twenty racks in my right pocket
Half of that, I'll have them kill you
Stock 20 FN, favorite pistol
Chrome Heart hoodie with a quarter in it
Watch your mouth and keep your distance
We still hit licks up a half a million
We hella straight, nigga, every day
We gettin' cake me and all my niggas
I pour a four, I smoke a zip
Nigga, every day to clear my mental
Ayy, call my ho, tell her clean my pistol
Say, GT, you know I'm with you
This new GT Benz too official
We still mess up, go hop out rentals
VVS on my neck, that shit pressure
And your baby mama just bust a date
Then left a trap on the dresser (Ayy)
Lil' dog, I ain't even fuck your ho
But she came out of that necklace
I rock twenty-six Forgiatios and I
Ride around real reckless (Ayy, skrrt)
I rock twenty-six Forgiatios and I
Ride around real reckless