KwontheDon - Vietnam Lyrics

All them niggas throwin shade, they just do that for the internet
Them bitches know I smoke them niggas just like a cigarette
Spin the block, nobody drop, so Cuzz had to spin it back
25 plus 25, we gave that boy a 50 pack

We ain't get his homie, but it hit him where his kidney at
He ain't get to grow his dreads, it hit him in his fitted cap
You got bucked for your bag, I bet that you don't get it back
Quarters for a hundred, nigga, how you call that giving back

Put a 10 on his head and change his name to Mike Bibby
If I catch him out in public two 30s, that's a light 60
Got the drop, I heard that he moved out his house quickly
Remember when I used to sell grams and they was half jiffy

You the one who bought it from me, so don't be mad, nigga
Never been a ass kisser, that's probably why I our bag differ
Smoking on what's-his-name, but I just call him Jack Ripper
I can put a 10 on your 10, now that's a bag, nigga

Speaking on my name, it's gon' end in a bad day
You know I'm quick to f*ckin' dump a opp off in the ashtray
Mama love her baby boy, she know I'm livin' shiest
Had to hit a couple licks, just a Thief off in the night

I've had people that don't know me ask me why I ain't at the top
And Ive got niggas thats known me for years that wanna see me flop
Everybody talkin' crazy till they brother gettin' dropped
Ayye, till they brother gettin' dropped