Vendetta

Woah, woah, woah, woah (lil Top, nigga)
Woah, woah (what you on?), woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (this Northside, 38, free DDawg)
Woah, woah (lil Top, nigga)

You know Kentrell, you know he keep a shovel
He gon' keep his distance, even with family, like he got a vendetta, yeah
Real Birdman, pull up and change the weather
What I said? Hold on, let me say it, again, fuck you, we can do whatever, pussy nigga
Got my first pistol from KD, I went to poppin' with it
How the fuck you poke your chest out?
You ain't got more money than me, my pockets different
In the murder section, I ain't got no vest on
Murder weapon, I pop you with it
If I'm gon sleep, then I don't sleep long, I'm a hustler, I got visions

I'm in a million-dollar car, no tags
Phone call, another bag
Bad bitch, a big ass
We both done took one Xan'
I be out here in these streets and I don't hide from these niggas (don't hide)
I got twelve cars and that's twelve ways to ride on these niggas (ride)

I pull up Dayton Vogues, and my clothes is the finest
These hoes and my bros all behind me (all behind me)
Blue lights, oh, no, the law done stopped me (woah, woah, woah)
I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets (woah, woah, woah, woah)

I just pulled up in a Mulsanne, baby, this a big bird
Baby, I don't do names, really don't wan' do words
I keep open heart because I need somebody (ooh)
Just give me your heart and you won't need nobody (oh)
I'm a gangster, drop my pin and then I switch up my location
If I tell you: I need you: You should believe, I don't do no fakin'
I been tryna set the plot to rearrange, they want my placement
Anywhere I bang, every opposition, I'm tryna get replacement
I'm a locksmith, every section of the frame, not complicated
Dedicated, I demonstrated, now I got 'em motivated
I'm stimulated, them calls waitin', them pussy niggas soldier hatin'
They can tamper and get dismantled, I'm gon' face 'em, bitch
The economy I was raised in, you can't find no authentication in
Authenticated, I can't be duplicated
I be steady ponderin', I ain't situated
I'm patiently waitin', everything you got, just know it's planned to be confiscated
When I pull up, I'm confiscatin', ain't got no time for no conversations
Mi familia I kill me enemy, now they wan' investigate me
And me team in the hood, they die for me, on side of me or somewhere near me
Inside me, ragin', a mystical feelin', in the sky, I'm feelin'
My brother, my ma raised me a gangster, everyday I be sinnin'

I'm in a million-dollar car, no tags
Phone call, another bag
Bad bitch, a big ass
We both done took one Xan'
I be out here in these streets, and I don't hide from these niggas
I got twelve cars and that's twelve ways to ride on these niggas

I pull up Dayton Vogues, and my clothes is the finest (woah, woah, woah)
These hoes and my bros all behind me (woah, woah, all behind me)
Blue lights, oh, no, the law done stopped me (woah, woah, woah)
I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets (woah, woah, woah, woah)

I don't need her (need her)
I come from the jungle, told the bitch: I'm a cheetah (cheetah)
Who the gun owner? And the bitch said: Velveeta ('veeta)
I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my liter
I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with Murder Amunita

She call me DeSean, and she weak, when I leave her
My heart, it ain't too numb, if she cheat, I might beat her (her)
Hold up, let me rethink, I don't need her
Inside my Molly, I think this pussy-boy put fentanyl (he put what?)
Hold up, top-floor boss, five bad bitches, five sticks in the truck
I'm the man, can't go, now, nigga playin', pull up, I'ma hit a bitch with one
Nigga, add that up thirty million RE
Five million on a condo I ain't never see
Ought to go for to think and smoke my weed
Bad bitch from the back and watch the seat

I don't need her (need her)
I come from the jungle, told the bitch: I'm a cheetah
Who the gun owner? And the bitch said: Velveeta ('veeta)
I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my liter
I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with Murder Amunita

Dayton Vogues and my clothes is the finest
And these hoes and my bros all behind me
Blue lights, ah, man, the law done stopped me
I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets

Huh, huh, woah, Velveeta
Huh, what ya on, 5? (Woah, slime, Top, haha)
Play with me, I'ma go, when it, it's on
Nigga, I prefer black Prada
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Huh, huh, oh, woah (I'm a motherfuckin' problem, nigga)
I'm Lil Top, woah, huh
On Kacey, this to Choppaboy, you know?
Huh, free Vaughn