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von VDon

All these pounds on the way, pounds on the way
Get money, fuck a bitch and that′s all that I gotta say
Had the trap back jumpin', backpack pumpin′
Tell bitches you ain't a bird just like Kat Stacks was
And I been drinkin' all day, drinkin′ all day
Another flight, another flight, I been trippin′ all day

Whippin' all yay, if I′m sippin' off straight
Yeah that Rolls Ghost right, I ain′t trippin' off Drake

Tippin′ on dates, model with the curves
Read her mind 'cause them vibes speak louder than the words
Extra season for the birds, fiends goin' delirious
Laughin′ overseas but they know that my sound is serious


My friend says sellin′ crack was the hustle, Buckz gotta get with this
The coke price high, find a lower, let's get the business lit
Bullets goin′ off in the projects, I'm in the mix of it
I′m hands-on with my shit, if I start it I gotta finish it
These fake plugs from uptown keep holdin' me up
′Cause auntie Kathy from the sixth floor keep blowin' me up
And shit the trap been doin' bad, we ain′t had no work in a few days
Been trappin′ like a bitch, boy these
Beefs been rough, bitch for two days

I paid 12 for my Ricks, five for my Rafs
Six for the opening ceremony collab
Converse Margiela, all my bitches is label whores
If you ain't bringin′ shit, fuck is you at the table for?
Huh, they be ridin', we know it′s rented
Headshots for you niggas that's photogenic
Know that heaven all safe, we sendin′ off cake
Middle East wine tastin', all these Lebanon grapes

The worker said he finished, he bringin' me more cake
Before truce, we shot it out with these pussies in broad day
Be the one say that your niggas be talkin′ the wrong way
But mama told me stay away from these pussies, they all fake
I got my Puerto Rican bitch from Zurega, heard she′ll eat a butt
Once you niggas play she the one that's gon′ line the fedi up
And I ain't with the riff-raff, back and forth with debatin′ shit
I vouched you not to fuck with me, youngins ready to take a hit


I know a eight from a half nigga
I know a brick ain't a thou′ add my eight 'fore I clap niggas
I know the price, know the math with it
And I can tell a good batch once the ice hit the glass with it
I know a eight from a half nigga
I know a brick ain't a thou′ add my eight ′fore I clap niggas
I sent a missile through the kite brody
I sent a bitch up with the scalp, forgot to hit his ass tonight homie