KILLY, Smiley - Vince Carte lyrics

She told me her name and I said it
Then forgot it (yeah, yeah, what?)
Yeah, the bass hit so hard
Gave the whip hydraulics (What? Hit)
Two hundred MPH in the windcrawler
(Swoo,  swoo,  swoo)
Yeah,  G30 lit until the flame got outed
(Lit, lit)
My gang will never dishonor (yeah)
Stand on the money, I'm taller (yeah, what?)
She do it all for a baller (What?)
I fly through the city, Vince Carter
If he wanna diss, he a goner (Goner)
I had to double my dollars (yeah, yeah)
She gonna come if I call her (yeah, yeah)
Took off the bench, made a starter (Hol' up)

Look what I got, walked in the spot (yeah)
Both of my pockets lumped up with knots
(yeah, yeah)
I got multiple options lumped up with knots


(yeah) look what I got
(yeahh) , how I been with a lot (Me, me)
And I'm back in the mix
Turn my back to the opps
Back making bread with my friends
My compadres who said I fell off? Man
The jokes need to stop
All four of my pockets lumped up with knots
That's a ten piece
(Ten) , that's a ten piece (Ten)
Came in with a ten piece
I feel like spending
Should I get the Rolls Royce?
(Shit) It's pretty tempting (yeah)
Fuck, they left me no choice
They see me glistening (Glee)

You don't see the motherfucking ice
Man? That shit glistenin'

Twist off the top, yeah
I'm pourin' out the drop (Drop)
Thinkin' outside the box
I still keep my circle small
Making sure my money tall, so I keep
Deading all these talk, talk, talk, talks

She told me her name and I said it
Then forgot it (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the bass hit so hard
Gave the whip hydraulics (Hit)
Two hundred MPH in the windcrawler
(Swoo, swoo, swoo)
Yeah, G30 lit until the flame got outed
(Lit, lit)
My gang will never dishonor (yeah)
Stand on the money, I'm taller (yeah, what?)
She do it all for a baller (What?)
I fly through the city, Vince Carter
If he wanna diss, he a goner (Goner)
I had to double my dollars (yeah, yeah)
She gonna come if I call her (yeah, yeah)
Took off the bench, made a starter (Hol' up)

I got 'em killys and KILLY
In the car, I ran up a six seat
Gettin' rich, startin' to feel like I'm fifty
Keep a nigga, I keep him a ciggy
Not jail, nowhere else for Smiggy
If they get out the mud, now they with me
If you broke, then you look kind of filthy
I can't lie, I was selling them quickly
Told the judge I stopped but still me
They ran and got dumped like Ricky
And I know that the feds wanna get me
They just mad that I'm rich and not risky
Go to clubs, already know they don't frisk me
I told Chris, "Better spin like a frisbee"
I told gang, "Better spin like a frisbee"
I told, "Let's spin like a frisbee"
Can't say too much names, do you get me?
They get out the trap, then get on my vibe
Then get in a Benz with your bitty
Then get out my feelings, get in the
Hills and get on a track, me and KILLY
Me and Zach, we goin' to Italy
"Over The Top" just hit hundred-milli'
She gon' fuck when I reach in the city

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
She told me her name and I said it
Then forgot it (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the bass hit so hard
Gave the whip hydraulics (Hit, what?)
Two hundred MPH in the windcrawler
(Swoo, swoo, swoo)
Yeah, G30 lit until the flame got outed
(Lit, lit)
My gang will never dishonor (yeah)
Stand on the money, I'm taller (yeah, what?)
She do it all for a baller (What?)
I fly through the city, Vince Carter
If he wanna diss, he a goner (Goner)
I had to double my dollars (yeah, yeah)
She gonna come if I call her (yeah, yeah)
Took off the bench, made a starter (Hol' up)