(Intro)
Vado!
Ace Hood!
We better than them!
We da best!
(Verse: Vado)
I let the AK go at yo 88 door
Hit yo playmate hoe, ticket day they roll
I don’t talk, if it’s war nigga say no more
Ask Papi, I bought em all so it ain’t no mo
Yo! I’m forever paid, more gators than Everglades
Tailor made, cut spinnin, you see every wave
Margielas laced, vanilla wraith
Copped the penthouse, Central Park west, Costello’s place (frank!)
Yea, that’s hella cake, I’m hella up
Gold yellow dub, high in the 7 like Melo dunks (yess)
Yes, firin a weapon, you better duck
Sittin poolside in a mink tank and leather trunks (FUCK 'EM)
Just cus, fuckin just does
3 quarter furs unbutton for just hugs
Show the Cuban links like it’s nothing, we just thugs
Remember when I used to be pumpin with just dubs
Runnin with just drugs, Marion Jones it
Can checkers respect us cus we carryin nosy
Tired of spittin on records how I’m better than those men
Smoke cigars with plackers like I’m next for the chosin (HUH!)
2M just on a wristwatch
Where I’m from, who them? They get this shit rocked
Crimesquare do them, that was the brick block
Lynch mob, loose ends and Charlie crib’s pops (SLIME)
Yea, man down for 10th Ave
Thomas crowned in a new S, the 6 pound (mean)
Jewish E just be the charger, mistrial
My mind go far when I write like pen pal (BLAO)/(HUH!)
It’s my turn, if I die the sky burn
Pop slime girl from the roof like how I learn
Used to be in school counting loot like why I learn?
Headshots, blood down yo face like side burn
Young walkin targets, set to clip yo apartment
Rip the plastic so yo couch shoves on yo carpet
Infrared between beds like where your moms be
Got my man and valet handling parking
And next lamas checks commas
Few things that came with that we the best bomber
Two things remain, that’s respect, honor
Spit flames and chew names like Jeff Dahmer
Vado!
Ace Hood!
We better than them!
We da best!
(Verse: Vado)
I let the AK go at yo 88 door
Hit yo playmate hoe, ticket day they roll
I don’t talk, if it’s war nigga say no more
Ask Papi, I bought em all so it ain’t no mo
Yo! I’m forever paid, more gators than Everglades
Tailor made, cut spinnin, you see every wave
Margielas laced, vanilla wraith
Copped the penthouse, Central Park west, Costello’s place (frank!)
Yea, that’s hella cake, I’m hella up
Gold yellow dub, high in the 7 like Melo dunks (yess)
Yes, firin a weapon, you better duck
Sittin poolside in a mink tank and leather trunks (FUCK 'EM)
Just cus, fuckin just does
3 quarter furs unbutton for just hugs
Show the Cuban links like it’s nothing, we just thugs
Remember when I used to be pumpin with just dubs
Runnin with just drugs, Marion Jones it
Can checkers respect us cus we carryin nosy
Tired of spittin on records how I’m better than those men
Smoke cigars with plackers like I’m next for the chosin (HUH!)
2M just on a wristwatch
Where I’m from, who them? They get this shit rocked
Crimesquare do them, that was the brick block
Lynch mob, loose ends and Charlie crib’s pops (SLIME)
Yea, man down for 10th Ave
Thomas crowned in a new S, the 6 pound (mean)
Jewish E just be the charger, mistrial
My mind go far when I write like pen pal (BLAO)/(HUH!)
It’s my turn, if I die the sky burn
Pop slime girl from the roof like how I learn
Used to be in school counting loot like why I learn?
Headshots, blood down yo face like side burn
Young walkin targets, set to clip yo apartment
Rip the plastic so yo couch shoves on yo carpet
Infrared between beds like where your moms be
Got my man and valet handling parking
And next lamas checks commas
Few things that came with that we the best bomber
Two things remain, that’s respect, honor
Spit flames and chew names like Jeff Dahmer
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