Raid Vans

Lyrics

[Intro] Raid vans out, we still servin' niggas With big guns like some motherfuckin' action figures We takin' shit off backs, ain't askin' niggas You can pick and choose food, I bag and hit her Just seen the van, they out Just seen the van, they out Just seen the van, they out Just seen the van, they out Raid vans out, we still servin' niggas (Just seen the van, they out Just seen the van, they out) Raid vans out, we still servin' niggas (Just seen the van, they out Just seen the van, they out) [Verse] Raid vans out, we still servin' niggas Ridin' with choppers like some motherfuckin' action figures We takin' shit off backs, we ain't askin' niggas You can pick and choose food, I bag and hit her The bitch was on me, you begged to get her She came to me and wanted bro, I fucked and we split her Everything that shine ain't gold or glitter This Acetone so strong, shit gave me the shivers Tens for the twenty out the kitty, no litter Free bitch treat a champion, thanks was given Play us and we robbin', last name Givens I'm thinkin' 'bout the Wraith, bro kickin' this pimpin' The niggas even travel, we movin' the pivot Shit got too hot, we blew on the chicken BandGang or no gang Niggas ain't hearin' me, might need some Rogane Smokin' on gas, nigga, shit strong as propane Don't want no half, nigga, pull up with whole things, what you want? Don't ever fix your lips to say I won't Because a nigga will, got rich as Uncle Phil You bitched up, Auntie Viv, every time I get a crib I need a bigger crib, just found where niggas live, now it's on Them Adderalls get me in my zone High as fuck, ain't even hit my cup, I still probably smack the cones In a small town with Snoop Dogg like I'm Bones Watch these pussy niggas' faces when we make it home Some of my niggas was in placement, it's on, they home This shit so good, they come to get it, it's gone, it's gone (Brrt, Mas, where you at, nigga?) Somewhere in the school zone You was sleepin' on the money, in the snooze zone I'm in the house if it's hundred if we gettin' blues gone I ain't serve the homeless nothin' but the food, gone I got a fiend that only want A's One only want V's, one want them white D's Drinkin' on codeine, this ain't no iced tea Make movies, Spike Lee, red bitches like me, I know it, though Pour up an eight, we call it four for four Can't leave Sandy waitin', she spent good money, leave her at the door Put niggas quick to sleep in new 'fits, he ready wrote End of month I can rack a Randy Moss, eighty-four