Mixtape

Lyrics

[Intro Bridge:] Nobody Likes me, but that's ok Cause I don't Like yaw anyway… (haha). Said I don't like yaw anyway… Fuck all yaw!!! Verse 1: Click clack splat, it's a wrap Vada's back When vLane's on the attack don't relax up in my path Disband that vanished bitch ass nigga we don't hit the glass Nigga now we fina blast, I cast niggas Like I'm SAG Poppin yo lips greasy my gun shines now that's Carmax Black on Black back to Back, Bdddddat! Rat-tat-tat The shit I attract, I need a bad killa Suspenders and briefcase but I'm still that nigga (Oh-oh) I'm rollin', boy I ain't changed Teach every bitch I fuck wit how to use a blade Air this at ya head boy I call it Hairspray I was in a meeting I don't care if it was broad day Murder Boi just leave me alone I ain't emotional (?) I know that I'm wrong Ridin on vLane yo ass is not gon ride back home Spray yo chest that new cologne – it's called 4-4 Chorus: (I'm a make you my mixtape) And make sure you full of heat. Ride around, hear the sound you'll hear before you go to sleep (My Mixtape) You'll get the most press the first week. But yo whole hood will feel it if ya Boys start to speak I'm a make you my mixtape – mixtape – mixtape (Have you hemmed up in the corner like a) Mixtape – mixtape – mixtape – (I'll let you leak out to the streets just Like a) Mixtaaape Verse 2: Bdddddat these niggas panicin, damaging when that hammer spin In fact I'm packin, sin ain't rare territory where actions Clack then Pap, then end. Black within, I'm gon attack again Gats and straps my friends, I syringe til' it's exact revenge You ain't yo Big homie Boy you muthafuckin soft Pay my muthafuckin Lawyers – I get muthafuckin off Tryda cross, me pray Jesus run cause if he walks By the time he get ya dog, it'll already be assaul Like Woop – I grind. On time nigga I shine My white bitch heard me rap and she said "V, you're not that kind" I called Lil' Rob he said that my bread went through fine So them enemies of mine – are now traced in cute white Lines Hit them push ups in the gym like I'm livin in the pin Hit ya chin, you won't ever say that stupid shit again Don't retweet me you old bitch ass nigga we ain't friends Yo picture now and then, let's see yo ass swim Churus: Talking: Murda Dem… Pussy Boi Wah De gwan wit chu??? I am the original Jamaican don dada… (Laughs) South Central… Naw I ain't lightin up on these niggas. I won't ever lightin up – I ain't Drake. (Laughs) Aye… Aye Aye Aye them niggas said Vada don't be in the hood nigga…. Nigga, nigga I don't got to! And nigga, neither do my enemies There all out… (laughs). They're out. You can't call em… (screams). vLane!