VL Deck, Young Dolph - Loner lyrics
[VL Deck, Young Dolph - Loner lyrics]
I'm a loner, I don’t fuck with nobody
Too busy clutching
Yeah it's banging in the projects
Pouring red in the Phantom
Clutching my hammer
Rolling Kushes and wdding crashing
I smoke out the manta
Plug from Dade County, no lying
And he auto supplying, VL Deck a real giant
Got bands, I cosign it
Came through slanging that onic
Got 2 bands off trap rapping
Yeah my lyrics not lying
Mama still pray for me
Slide through on a late night
With the K for me i got racks on me
Niggas get killed if they play with me
I'm not the one to play with
I can get your family
I send them killers, they march in
They leave your block scrambling
My lil partner don’t know no sins
4 4 8, they clear your residents
I promote vilants zone 6, we still wilden
I spend a stack on my feet
Yeah I still roll with a stick
I be moving so low
Nigga I don't need no clique
I turn your son to a bastard
I left his mama sick
All I want is souls, boy
I'm on that Casper shit
I'm a loner, I don't fuck with nobody
Too busy clutching
Yeah it's banging in the projects
Pouring red in the Phantom
Clutching my hammer
Rolling Kushes and wdding crashing
I smoke out the manta
Plug from Dade County, no lying
And he auto supplying, VL Deck a real giant
Got bands, I cosign it
Came through slanging that onic
Got 2 bands off trap rapping
Yeah my lyrics not lying
Yeah yeah, don't give a fuck bout no rapper
Grab a hundred, then rap them
Thought you was a real one, what happen?
Run his mouth too much, I might clap him
Pull up in a droptop, snatch him
Trap house on fire, it smashing
I'm a loner, too much capping i’m a loner
I sell dope and get high all day
I’m a stoner i move how I want to
Nigga I run my corner
Too much Lean, put me in a coma
We going crazy all summer
Rich gang dumb and dumber
They don't like me, but they gotta respect me
House full of Jacksons like Jesse
Dumped my side bitch, she too messy
Bitch, you gotta pay for my prezzy
Black wrist and sweater like Freddy
I heard them lil niggas got fetty
I put that work on the skaily
I drop an 8 in the pepsie
I’m a loner, I don't fuck with nobody
Too busy clutching
Yeah it's banging in the projects
Pouring red in the Phantom
Clutching my hammer
Rolling Kushes and wdding crashing
I smoke out the manta
Plug from Dade County, no lying
And he auto supplying, VL Deck a real giant
Got bands, I cosign it
Came through slanging that onic
Got 2 bands off trap rapping
Yeah my lyrics not lying
Too busy clutching
Yeah it's banging in the projects
Pouring red in the Phantom
Clutching my hammer
Rolling Kushes and wdding crashing
I smoke out the manta
Plug from Dade County, no lying
And he auto supplying, VL Deck a real giant
Got bands, I cosign it
Came through slanging that onic
Got 2 bands off trap rapping
Yeah my lyrics not lying
Mama still pray for me
Slide through on a late night
With the K for me i got racks on me
Niggas get killed if they play with me
I'm not the one to play with
I can get your family
I send them killers, they march in
They leave your block scrambling
My lil partner don’t know no sins
4 4 8, they clear your residents
I promote vilants zone 6, we still wilden
I spend a stack on my feet
Yeah I still roll with a stick
I be moving so low
Nigga I don't need no clique
I turn your son to a bastard
I left his mama sick
All I want is souls, boy
I'm on that Casper shit
I'm a loner, I don't fuck with nobody
Too busy clutching
Yeah it's banging in the projects
Pouring red in the Phantom
Clutching my hammer
Rolling Kushes and wdding crashing
I smoke out the manta
Plug from Dade County, no lying
And he auto supplying, VL Deck a real giant
Got bands, I cosign it
Came through slanging that onic
Got 2 bands off trap rapping
Yeah my lyrics not lying
Yeah yeah, don't give a fuck bout no rapper
Grab a hundred, then rap them
Thought you was a real one, what happen?
Run his mouth too much, I might clap him
Pull up in a droptop, snatch him
Trap house on fire, it smashing
I'm a loner, too much capping i’m a loner
I sell dope and get high all day
I’m a stoner i move how I want to
Nigga I run my corner
Too much Lean, put me in a coma
We going crazy all summer
Rich gang dumb and dumber
They don't like me, but they gotta respect me
House full of Jacksons like Jesse
Dumped my side bitch, she too messy
Bitch, you gotta pay for my prezzy
Black wrist and sweater like Freddy
I heard them lil niggas got fetty
I put that work on the skaily
I drop an 8 in the pepsie
I’m a loner, I don't fuck with nobody
Too busy clutching
Yeah it's banging in the projects
Pouring red in the Phantom
Clutching my hammer
Rolling Kushes and wdding crashing
I smoke out the manta
Plug from Dade County, no lying
And he auto supplying, VL Deck a real giant
Got bands, I cosign it
Came through slanging that onic
Got 2 bands off trap rapping
Yeah my lyrics not lying