Vanish! - Nate Flow Lyrics

For a petty ass I'll get your brodie off that map
And you flexing all that shit but you be running off them packs
This that shit that got you moved up out your crib and that's a fact
Got your bitch OT she stuffing percs up in the back
You can catch me in some miri jeans the pockets real fat
Bitch I'm tired of smoking Kenny tryna catch me a new pack
What I say up in my last shit smoking Kenny in the trap
Heard your brodie just like Ricky caught like 40 in the bag
Off the scams I was 16 made like 30 bands
I can't f*ck up with no white hoe cause all these bitches hams
I spent two bands on this f*cking Glock bitch you not catching hands
I might pull up with this f*cking 50 drop it on your mans
I turn a bad bitch to a side hoe she had you in a trance
Off that Visa I stack 15 shoutout to them scams
I don't really need to get back made like 30 f*cking bands
I was f*cking on your hoe I got her pregnant bitch a ham
F*cking with this white bitch her name Ki Ki
Bad lil bitch she finna eat that dick up when she see me
I might f*ck around and put a bitch up on the road
Brodie whipping in Palm Angels rich up off the stove
Swear I can't f*ck with no lame bitch yeah they do the most
You ain't rich up off no kitchen ain't no two to four
Why you cuffing on that bitch shordy been a hoe
I can't f*ck with her no more I'll pass her to the bro
F*cking on the opp bitch I'm tryna get the lo
Brodie walking with that beam he finna up that score
Walk you down with that semi watch that 40 blow
Tell lil shorty just ignore that that's my trap phone
I made a hundred off that shit I'll never leave it lone
Brodie walking with them percs I'm finna pop like four