Vory — 9-22

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I’m awake, make ’em feel some type of way
She got ready for tonight, she can’t get the time of day
Say I’m all about myself, won’t have it any other way
Fell in love with all this cash, yes I call it my new bae, yeah

All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
Keep your cool ’cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
Drop that coca in that water, whippin’ pasta

I done did, half of that, that’s your bitch, have her back
‘Cause she a doll, but she be actin’ like a brat, yeah
Got the cheese, now she be actin’ like a rat, yeah
Taking Z’s for all them niggas who disrupt, yeah
Nina, fire tucked up on my side, yeah
Come at me, switching sides it’s suicide, yeah
Him or me, pick a side girl, pick a side, yeah
Lie to me, try to tell me that you gon’ ride, yeah
Yeah, they be digging the kid, throwing that dirt on my name, yeah
Know that you think it’s a race but you niggas not in my lane, yeah
She give me head in the range, I’m done then I dash like I’m Dame, yeah
Fuck her to Drake, Controlla, but she know that it’s not a game, nah
Funny you move, yeah
Stealin’ my groove, yeah
I’m not in the mood, yeah
Choppa make a nigga move, yeah
Got nothin’ to prove, yeah
They want me to lose, yeah
These niggas be trippin’, yeah, choppa’ tie a nigga shoes up
Man I pray, all day, all day
Okay, okay
Hope they stay away
Know what I’m saying, I’m saying
I’m just a man with a plan
Ball out all day, know they hope I change, yeah

All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
Keep your cool ’cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
Drop that coca in that water, whippin’ pasta

Jeeze, look at my wrist, Philippe
I keep my bitch on fleek
Can’t name a thing she need
I keep her right next to me
Hate it when she gotta leave
I wear my heart on my sleeve, oh yeah, yeah ,yeah
She complaining ’bout losing friends
Went and copped her that brand new Benz
Matching rollies on both our wrists, yeah
No, this shit ain’t come with no ease
Money counter can’t count for me
Run them bands up all in my sleep, yeah
And they know

All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
Keep your cool ’cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
Drop that coca in that water, whippin’ pasta
All my niggas they gorillas from the block, yeah
Keep your cool ’cause they might fuck around and pop, yeah
They destroy ya, that’s my nigga, that’s my shotta
Drop that coca in that water, whippin’ pasta