Vado, J.R. Writer - Full Clip lyrics

Jumpsuit at Pataki’s fresh home, but focus
Hopeless, finding out ways to
Where that coke is told him smoke this
Gave him that like hold this
Me and LeBron meet you at the
Mall for this road trip
In and out every bank hit, every route
Make sure
Correct them out can’t lie, check the account
For my dogs they need burners I gave them out
Broke some laws but beat the murders
I paid it out helped them out if you tough
Why yelling shot when they killed Ricky you
Turned in the tray, like let him out
Gut the lock, set the film box, I set him out
Miss sugar hill posted in a
Jag but mellowed out
When niggas yo muscle they
Take advantage of it
Beefing with them they think you ain’t
Gonna make the sandwich of em
Everything ain’t a movie
Make sure the camera’s covered
Lift the Uzi before I be another Kaniko

If we ain’t got it, we get it
You got it, let’s get it
Who got him to get it
‘Cause they got him they get it
Every shot that we sending
We hot or we winning
This ain’t no bullshit, nigga
This a full clip

We ain’t got it, we get it, you ain’t got it
We get it
If we got it this caddy, get in, lil momma
We livin’ handing out exquisite whips while
You hopping them relics
Savage, hook this with the dent you’ve
Been popped for a minute
Dig it? You ain’t never lived by
The law of the streets
Lieutenant, what you ever did to
Record you a beat
The lyrics? The definition of
Talking is cheap i live it
That’s why you bitch keep my songs on repeat
Capish I’m in your party, give me ten feet
Before I pull off with your
Barbie in a Benz jeep
Your boobie know I’m hotter
Than the Benz seats
You couldn’t move me with a
Martin Luther King speech
Sheesh, I got a fever with the lyrics
You can see it ‘cause it’s vivid
They believe it when I spit it, nigga
You niggas don’t see it, I’m a menace
I used to hold the block
I can’t see it in a minute

You ain’t ‘bout it to live it
You a coward, forget it
Talking powder, I’m with it
Hand me a pot in the kitchen
Haters probably bitching
Yeah, they probably pitching
Drag it down, nigga, go find a brick
Lying down for ringing, the iron loud
I gotta bang I’m like
Johnny Yang from Chinatown
I ‘bout to bang like I
Gotta drink to quiet down
I’m at the same, different kind of mink
That’s lighter brown
I’m known to test shoot, 38 hold the special
Live like a Soprano
No listen like Tony nephew
But fold up 12 joints, there’s four left
More or less i’m posting the ave and go text
Thinking the L, fly nigga for real
Sick of being your average why nigga was ill
Quicker with the ratchet
Never mind the steel
I’m going for your watch so
I got time to kill