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VANISH Video (MV)




Performed By: YoungFlavioo
Length: 2:27
Written by: Michael Hunt




YoungFlavioo - VANISH Lyrics




Gla Gla Gla
Gang Gang Gang Gang
We Throw Up The A That's For Adot
MBL MBL MBL

Do a hit, like magic I vanish
Make a hit, now everyone dancing
Thotty she love me, but she on sum fan shit
She tryna line me, get hit with the cannon
In the field, like I play in Kansas
Big sitchy, make everyone panic
Now we rappin, we used to be bandits
Slide with the chop, have his ligaments dancing
If it's beef, ain't no dapping 'em up
Everything dead, cuz I don't give a f*ck
Said it's smoke, then we packing 'em up
Turn 'em to za, put 'em in sum runtz
Catch a body, then fly to L'A
With the three, Ima shoot it like Trae
I'm with the shits, yea I feel like L'A
Stop dissin, get back for your gang
Love my niggas that's putting in pain
Slide thru, don't care if it rain
Keep talking, get shot in your brain
Hurd Douley got put in a grave
Do the dash when we see the D's
New opp got put on a tee
We gon' go on a killing spree
But them niggas ain't killing me
Just f*ck, like baby no cuffing
Opp nigga got hit in his muffin
Can't find him, we kidnap his cousin
Spin back, pop out we dumping

Big oota, I ain't with the bluff
Two shots, if he thinking he tuff
When we f*ck, she liking it rough
Pole jam on the scene, then we f*cking him up
Spin the block, and we move too tact
Me and Spazzzz, we got two straps
Baylah my sister, for her Ima clap
B.O.E, Ima blitz and attack

For my niggas, this shit gon' get risky
And I'm tossing them shots, like a frisbee
Just rump, I can't do no hickeys
Hang out the v, while I'm yelling Ricky
Spin back, creep up who dat
Yous Balla, you know that's my Makk
Niggas dying, but rap about straps
Get low on the scene, leave that boy where he at

Wait, too oppy like
I'm pimpin' like Scottie, like
Think that I'm lackin', come try me like
When I shoot, don't stop me like
Like

Two chops go gra gra
Don't wanna f*ck, I want matta
Put 'em on Fox Five
DrillaNoise, those mob ties
Hit like piñata
Slide in his crib, like cha-cha
He going bye-bye
We ballin' out, no sideline

It's up and it's active
40 hit 'em, put 'em in a casket
Like, bitch I'm the king like Aladdin
F*ck 12, can't say what happened
Back out the sitchy, we made it so tragic
Like what, we made it so tragic
Spotemwegotem, we turnt 'em to ashes
Like what, we turnt 'em to ashes

Gang
Everything Dead, Gra
Gang Gang
Gang Gang Gang
We Throw Up The A That's For Adot
Speaking On Adot, You Catching A Faceshot
Everything Dead, Nigga
MBL MBL MBL
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Gla Gla Gla
Gang Gang Gang Gang
We Throw Up The A That's For Adot
MBL MBL MBL

Do a hit, like magic I vanish
Make a hit, now everyone dancing
Thotty she love me, but she on sum fan shit
She tryna line me, get hit with the cannon
In the field, like I play in Kansas
Big sitchy, make everyone panic
Now we rappin, we used to be bandits
Slide with the chop, have his ligaments dancing
If it's beef, ain't no dapping 'em up
Everything dead, cuz I don't give a f*ck
Said it's smoke, then we packing 'em up
Turn 'em to za, put 'em in sum runtz
Catch a body, then fly to L'A
With the three, Ima shoot it like Trae
I'm with the shits, yea I feel like L'A
Stop dissin, get back for your gang
Love my niggas that's putting in pain
Slide thru, don't care if it rain
Keep talking, get shot in your brain
Hurd Douley got put in a grave
Do the dash when we see the D's
New opp got put on a tee
We gon' go on a killing spree
But them niggas ain't killing me
Just f*ck, like baby no cuffing
Opp nigga got hit in his muffin
Can't find him, we kidnap his cousin
Spin back, pop out we dumping

Big oota, I ain't with the bluff
Two shots, if he thinking he tuff
When we f*ck, she liking it rough
Pole jam on the scene, then we f*cking him up
Spin the block, and we move too tact
Me and Spazzzz, we got two straps
Baylah my sister, for her Ima clap
B.O.E, Ima blitz and attack

For my niggas, this shit gon' get risky
And I'm tossing them shots, like a frisbee
Just rump, I can't do no hickeys
Hang out the v, while I'm yelling Ricky
Spin back, creep up who dat
Yous Balla, you know that's my Makk
Niggas dying, but rap about straps
Get low on the scene, leave that boy where he at

Wait, too oppy like
I'm pimpin' like Scottie, like
Think that I'm lackin', come try me like
When I shoot, don't stop me like
Like

Two chops go gra gra
Don't wanna f*ck, I want matta
Put 'em on Fox Five
DrillaNoise, those mob ties
Hit like piñata
Slide in his crib, like cha-cha
He going bye-bye
We ballin' out, no sideline

It's up and it's active
40 hit 'em, put 'em in a casket
Like, bitch I'm the king like Aladdin
F*ck 12, can't say what happened
Back out the sitchy, we made it so tragic
Like what, we made it so tragic
Spotemwegotem, we turnt 'em to ashes
Like what, we turnt 'em to ashes

Gang
Everything Dead, Gra
Gang Gang
Gang Gang Gang
We Throw Up The A That's For Adot
Speaking On Adot, You Catching A Faceshot
Everything Dead, Nigga
MBL MBL MBL
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Writer: Michael Hunt
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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