Billy Corleone - The Vz (feat. Stacka Blam) Lyrics

Don't come around
You ain't bringing good vibes
I got the weed
Cop some woods
You could slide
Bring ya friend
Yea the one with nice eyes
Introduce her to one of the guys
You know that they feeling the ahhh
Make sure that they leave with a smile
Fill em up so they tummy don't growl
Fed her dick so it's jizz in her mouth
I'm the one come to shake up the town
Billy goat but I'm rocking a crown
Bitches saying they love how I sound
Thanks love know you wanna go some rounds
Beat it up send her bacc to the pound
Got her cousin mad I'm doggin her out
Too bad now I'm stomping him out
But I ain't Caine after that
Bitch I'm gunning him down
Ion care I weigh hunnit forty pounds
So I shoot nun less than forty cals
Ten milly four fizzy
Favorite sounds
Yea I like how it bowww
Stay high but I'll send you to the clouds
Never catch me standing in the crowd
I'm in the cut I ain't standing around
Gun tucked
Bitch I'm holdin the block down
New path
I'm heading to the top now
Groovy nigga
But watch how I rock out
Changed the route
But I got the same goals
New clout
But I'm with the same bros
Swap em out
I don't keep the same hoes
Winter baby so you know my heart froze
Purple rose bronze star when I go
Living in royalty the only thing I know
So when I die bury me in all gold
Heart to heart soul to soul
Blue sky c's high
Nigga this the life that I chose
Moms told me gotta stay ten toes
Ion dance
But I slither and buss a lil spin tho
Nice stick with a switch
But this ain't Nintendo
Chasing real money
Not that pretend dough
Me and Remy two guns
So call us Smith & Wesson
That's my crudda crudda
Ion call him my best friend
Spin ya blocc then repeat
Like I'm tryna teach you a lesson
Slither and I slide
But I could give you a class
On heavy stepping
Still move with deadly weapons
Off the drank I be stuck in my thoughts
Off the shrooms I be stuck in the queeze
If it's up then it stuck there for free
Tryna ball on this court cost a fee
Might run you a homie or two
That's something you but nothing to me
More money more murder the mission
The top or the top of her lace front the vision
Young n wild not movin proper
Broz in and out of the system
Every dog has it's day
Dawgz in the grave and I miss em
I don't know if you feel how I'm feeling
I don't know if you feel how I'm feeling
But Blam stay outta the way
If they mention my dawgz then we spinnin
So just get outta the way
Get hit in ya shit too standin with em
Blammy gon spin I'm blammin with him
Niggas ain't bullyz niggas ain't threats
Niggas got F's for vandalism
Big Wavy Gator I'm eating these beatz up
Thats lyrical cannibalism
Niggas goofies
No more Gmoney Nino
Just Scottyz and Pookies
Niggas talk a good one like they Bruce Lee
When it's time to perform niggas spooky
I'm who the truth be
I'm what the truth read
Stacka the macka or Ju Sleeze
Sixty two keys for my new v
Shit looking loopy
Yea shit looking loopy