Now I keep grinding till I'm rich
I put on the jumpsuit, get y'all niggas off like a tick
Not Westbrick so I don't miss
Beat guys down, don't need a stick
Like my name was Punch Made
I be out on scamming shit
They be dumb like Make-A-Wish
Can't f*ck with a bitch that's playing tricks
Game time like I play for the Bucks
Long range I get a swish
(Like I get a swish, yeah, huh, like I get a swish, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bro give me, uh, give me one second)
VVS on my wrist
Tryna bang
You ain't crip
Do not kick it with me
Nah lil hoe you a bitch
And Gabbana my bitch
And niggas tryna diss
But they think they the shit
But they really be shit
Yeah nigga get a grip
And Vlone be my fit
And I pop out in ricks
While I'm high as a bitch
Higher than Miličić
(What?)
Damn
I don't know what happened
Say this shit too much
But you know Shackenn bout' that action
Damn
That girl she like me
See my print
You know I'm packing
Don't gotta be on timin'
Got no opps, I'm never lacking
But I choose to stay locked in cause
I just want a million
Kodak Black my twin, yeah we in tunnel vision
Got some C4 in this bitch, gon' blow it up
Posted with Osama
We do 9-11 missions
Do not f*ck with us
Like Osama, blow it up
You at the bottom of the barrel
We stand on top ahead of you
Got too much cash in my payroll
I pull it out and flex it up
You scraping the bottom of the can
While I waste my money on double cup
Tryna go fast as I can in this new i8 can't make it up
Told my bro stick to the plan
We skirt off in the Sprinter van
Got 200 million plans to get this money in ways you can't
I don't need no advance
I get paid like i'm business man
I stay flexing, flexing
Won't drop the ball like running back
They always know I'll double back
I shoot that ball like Minuteman
I pull it off, know I'm the man
I stir it up like Peter Pan
I get this cash, hit money dance
I'm running shit like Taliban
I stack it up, got hella bands
I stack it up Amiri pants
I get this dough, I move to France
I prove 'em wrong, do what I can
I set the trend, go bring it back
I pass the ball, no quarterback
I take your hoe, I break her back
Don't play with me, no fighting back
Drew2Activ - VV On VV (feat. Bobby Shackenn) Lyrics
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Now I keep grinding till I'm rich
I put on the jumpsuit, get y'all niggas off like a tick
Not Westbrick so I don't miss
Beat guys down, don't need a stick
Like my name was Punch Made
I be out on scamming shit
They be dumb like Make-A-Wish
Can't f*ck with a bitch that's playing tricks
Game time like I play for the Bucks
Long range I get a swish
(Like I get a swish, yeah, huh, like I get a swish, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bro give me, uh, give me one second)
VVS on my wrist
Tryna bang
You ain't crip
Do not kick it with me
Nah lil hoe you a bitch
And Gabbana my bitch
And niggas tryna diss
But they think they the shit
But they really be shit
Yeah nigga get a grip
And Vlone be my fit
And I pop out in ricks
While I'm high as a bitch
Higher than Miličić
(What?)
Damn
I don't know what happened
Say this shit too much
But you know Shackenn bout' that action
Damn
That girl she like me
See my print
You know I'm packing
Don't gotta be on timin'
Got no opps, I'm never lacking
But I choose to stay locked in cause
I just want a million
Kodak Black my twin, yeah we in tunnel vision
Got some C4 in this bitch, gon' blow it up
Posted with Osama
We do 9-11 missions
Do not f*ck with us
Like Osama, blow it up
You at the bottom of the barrel
We stand on top ahead of you
Got too much cash in my payroll
I pull it out and flex it up
You scraping the bottom of the can
While I waste my money on double cup
Tryna go fast as I can in this new i8 can't make it up
Told my bro stick to the plan
We skirt off in the Sprinter van
Got 200 million plans to get this money in ways you can't
I don't need no advance
I get paid like i'm business man
I stay flexing, flexing
Won't drop the ball like running back
They always know I'll double back
I shoot that ball like Minuteman
I pull it off, know I'm the man
I stir it up like Peter Pan
I get this cash, hit money dance
I'm running shit like Taliban
I stack it up, got hella bands
I stack it up Amiri pants
I get this dough, I move to France
I prove 'em wrong, do what I can
I set the trend, go bring it back
I pass the ball, no quarterback
I take your hoe, I break her back
Don't play with me, no fighting back
I put on the jumpsuit, get y'all niggas off like a tick
Not Westbrick so I don't miss
Beat guys down, don't need a stick
Like my name was Punch Made
I be out on scamming shit
They be dumb like Make-A-Wish
Can't f*ck with a bitch that's playing tricks
Game time like I play for the Bucks
Long range I get a swish
(Like I get a swish, yeah, huh, like I get a swish, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bro give me, uh, give me one second)
VVS on my wrist
Tryna bang
You ain't crip
Do not kick it with me
Nah lil hoe you a bitch
And Gabbana my bitch
And niggas tryna diss
But they think they the shit
But they really be shit
Yeah nigga get a grip
And Vlone be my fit
And I pop out in ricks
While I'm high as a bitch
Higher than Miličić
(What?)
Damn
I don't know what happened
Say this shit too much
But you know Shackenn bout' that action
Damn
That girl she like me
See my print
You know I'm packing
Don't gotta be on timin'
Got no opps, I'm never lacking
But I choose to stay locked in cause
I just want a million
Kodak Black my twin, yeah we in tunnel vision
Got some C4 in this bitch, gon' blow it up
Posted with Osama
We do 9-11 missions
Do not f*ck with us
Like Osama, blow it up
You at the bottom of the barrel
We stand on top ahead of you
Got too much cash in my payroll
I pull it out and flex it up
You scraping the bottom of the can
While I waste my money on double cup
Tryna go fast as I can in this new i8 can't make it up
Told my bro stick to the plan
We skirt off in the Sprinter van
Got 200 million plans to get this money in ways you can't
I don't need no advance
I get paid like i'm business man
I stay flexing, flexing
Won't drop the ball like running back
They always know I'll double back
I shoot that ball like Minuteman
I pull it off, know I'm the man
I stir it up like Peter Pan
I get this cash, hit money dance
I'm running shit like Taliban
I stack it up, got hella bands
I stack it up Amiri pants
I get this dough, I move to France
I prove 'em wrong, do what I can
I set the trend, go bring it back
I pass the ball, no quarterback
I take your hoe, I break her back
Don't play with me, no fighting back
Writer: Shawn Outerbridge, Micah Looby
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid