Talibando - Vezzo lyrics
[Talibando - Vezzo lyrics]
Yeah aye
Two hundred thousand twenties nigga
That's a real bankroll
Sometimes I just wanna kill people like Tadoe
A hundred on the chop and
The barrel got a potato
And my people just called with some work
That shit was Fuego
I got real killers do it when I say so
Like I'm Simon get a nigga snatched up his
People prolly never find him
The shit my niggas wit'
Really should have been on gangland
Heard your main shooter turned star
Witness and took the stand
That's why I pull my own stunts in the field
Just like Jackie Chan chef Boyartell
I'm the coldest with the pots and pans
All gas, no brakes make you move out my way
Talking crazy
I can get your life took before you blink
Put the 40 to his neck I
Heard the nigga like to drink
My youngin got some loose screws put
A nigga out his shoes
I'm in the dog right now
That mean I'm mixing up the food
Amiri shopping right now
That mean I'm looking for some blues
Light clues im a hundred
Thousand in on jewels big moves, yeah
I been looking into real estate
Sitting back observing shit
I'm tryna see who really fake
Fucking with my little bitch from
LA she a CNA niggas late shit I really been
Doing this for some years check my resume
They gon tell you everything fax
I say I quit drank every day somehow
I found my way back
Niggas sending death threats off Instagrams
I brought out eight straps
Riding round looking for them niggas
Like where they stay at?
I think I see somebody
In my rear-view mirror, where my K at?
Guarantee they pull on the side of
Me that's where they lay at
Big motor in the track let off
Some shots and stab off
My baby scam down in the yayo
Call him Bernie Madoff
This bitch just suck the soul out me
Asked her what the bag cost
The nigga said he was the plug
I asked him what the slab cost?
I got pillows of the Vezzo
It look like some bath salt
Two hundred thousand twenties nigga
That's a real bankroll
Sometimes I just wanna kill people like Tadoe
A hundred on the chop and
The barrel got a potato
And my people just called with some work
That shit was Fuego
I got real killers do it when I say so
Like I'm Simon get a nigga snatched up his
People prolly never find him
The shit my niggas wit'
Really should have been on gangland
Heard your main shooter turned star
Witness and took the stand
That's why I pull my own stunts in the field
Just like Jackie Chan chef Boyartell
I'm the coldest with the pots and pans
All gas, no brakes make you move out my way
Talking crazy
I can get your life took before you blink
Put the 40 to his neck I
Heard the nigga like to drink
My youngin got some loose screws put
A nigga out his shoes
I'm in the dog right now
That mean I'm mixing up the food
Amiri shopping right now
That mean I'm looking for some blues
Light clues im a hundred
Thousand in on jewels big moves, yeah
I been looking into real estate
Sitting back observing shit
I'm tryna see who really fake
Fucking with my little bitch from
LA she a CNA niggas late shit I really been
Doing this for some years check my resume
They gon tell you everything fax
I say I quit drank every day somehow
I found my way back
Niggas sending death threats off Instagrams
I brought out eight straps
Riding round looking for them niggas
Like where they stay at?
I think I see somebody
In my rear-view mirror, where my K at?
Guarantee they pull on the side of
Me that's where they lay at
Big motor in the track let off
Some shots and stab off
My baby scam down in the yayo
Call him Bernie Madoff
This bitch just suck the soul out me
Asked her what the bag cost
The nigga said he was the plug
I asked him what the slab cost?
I got pillows of the Vezzo
It look like some bath salt