ThouxanBanFauni - Vengeance lyrics
[ThouxanBanFauni - Vengeance lyrics]
Your baddest hoe my mediocre
Fuck around, put a lil' bitch in Strokers
Shit too easy, bagged her at Kroger
Comedy Central, y'all some jokers
Y'all my guests, I'm a good host
Glock in the waistband, not no holster
3400, taliban soldier
Keep that AK there on my shoulder
Wet up my opps they all need coasters
Destroying they toasters
You gon' need insurance for this smoke
All my enemies gon' get totaled
Niggas need guidance, tunnel vision
I'ma go down my own road
Don't do it for clout or for shows
Pull up and get em' all dropped for sure
Four door pull up, pop out
Nigga don't do no drive-bys, walk out
All about action, fuck that chit chat
Nigga don't do no talk out
Let's talk about opps now, leave
'em in a stencil, leave 'em all chalked down
Sight on my stick, I see 'em clearly
Yeah leave 'em all hawked down
We roll dice for keeps, fuck for the fee
Get pistols and sticks for cheap
Have a swap meet right there on your street
Double parked that foreign in
Front of the apartments, this ain't no
I'ma score on my opponents
Ain't no Montana this that real Tony
Real authentic, far from phony
Niggas swear to god they cloned me
Oceans 11, 12, 13, no Clooney
Fuck a bad white bitch at Cracker Barrel
We ain't eating no Shoney's
At first these bitches wasn't even going
Now these hoes all on me
Cash on the mattress
Make her moan on the bed we call that moaney
She can do bad all by herself
Get mad if I leave her lonely
Tom Hanks, Cast Away
Designer drip on me Stoney
Unsigned to this day
Almost got signed by Sony
Wanna' go to war, all bombs away
Nigga done and smoked in
Your military army man won't have no
Scorch 'em all then torch 'em
Then take whatever left, your fortune
Black male extortion
Make 'em all wish for abortion
Fuck around, put a lil' bitch in Strokers
Shit too easy, bagged her at Kroger
Comedy Central, y'all some jokers
Y'all my guests, I'm a good host
Glock in the waistband, not no holster
3400, taliban soldier
Keep that AK there on my shoulder
Wet up my opps they all need coasters
Destroying they toasters
You gon' need insurance for this smoke
All my enemies gon' get totaled
Niggas need guidance, tunnel vision
I'ma go down my own road
Don't do it for clout or for shows
Pull up and get em' all dropped for sure
Four door pull up, pop out
Nigga don't do no drive-bys, walk out
All about action, fuck that chit chat
Nigga don't do no talk out
Let's talk about opps now, leave
'em in a stencil, leave 'em all chalked down
Sight on my stick, I see 'em clearly
Yeah leave 'em all hawked down
We roll dice for keeps, fuck for the fee
Get pistols and sticks for cheap
Have a swap meet right there on your street
Double parked that foreign in
Front of the apartments, this ain't no
I'ma score on my opponents
Ain't no Montana this that real Tony
Real authentic, far from phony
Niggas swear to god they cloned me
Oceans 11, 12, 13, no Clooney
Fuck a bad white bitch at Cracker Barrel
We ain't eating no Shoney's
At first these bitches wasn't even going
Now these hoes all on me
Cash on the mattress
Make her moan on the bed we call that moaney
She can do bad all by herself
Get mad if I leave her lonely
Tom Hanks, Cast Away
Designer drip on me Stoney
Unsigned to this day
Almost got signed by Sony
Wanna' go to war, all bombs away
Nigga done and smoked in
Your military army man won't have no
Scorch 'em all then torch 'em
Then take whatever left, your fortune
Black male extortion
Make 'em all wish for abortion