Vette Pass By Remix ​tenkay

[Intro]
(You’re listening to 1c Radio on 34 FM)
1c Radio, nigga, turn this shit the fuck up
Put it on the speaker, nigga, you know how I’m coming in this bitch, nigga
Real based boy shit, real Pretty Boy Millionaire shit
I’m in this bitch nigga, fucking yo’ bitch, nigga
All day, nigga, all day, nigga, all day, nigga
Aye, aye, swag
Aight, lemme tell ‘em
Swag, lemme tell ‘em
Aye

[Verse]
Bitch, I’m on yo’ ass, ‘Vette pass
Man, I pull up in this bitch, and I’m smoking gas
I feel like Paul Walker, cuz I might crash
I stretch yo bitch just like the rubber bands around my cash
Boy be talking down, but he never speak up
Man, I just left the plug house, you know I gotta re-up
Swag so dirty, man you know I gotta clean up
My room organized, so I nevеr gotta clean up
Aye, nevеr fold the crease up, and I got my cheese up
Saw these hating ass niggas on my page tryna creep up
Never been engaged to no bitch, fuck a prenup
They see 1c, and you know they wanna [be us?]
You team full of bitches, need to get your G’s up
Moving to the [middle?], yes, because I got my G’s up
And I got my steez up, I just bought a mansion, I don’t need to pay my lease up
I just bought a foreign, I don’t gotta twist the key, bruh
Bitch I worked it from a half and moved up to the keys, bruh
Still busting sags, I don’t gotta pull my jeans up
My team on the field, running shit with they knees up
These niggas, they be sweeter than some cookies, call em Keebler
Bitch from Tijuana, tryna marry me for visa
Man, I don’t carry cash, I keep my shit on a Visa
My plug straight off the boat, man, he came from Costa Rica
I’m nothing like R. Kelly but my bitch look like Aaliyah, drop the bitch cuz I don’t need her
I don’t want no fucking Fiat, man, I need a two-seater
Bitch, I bang it off the top, so I don’t need no proofreader
I like the top of your head, nigga, now that’s a good idea
Bitch, me and Brodie look like Jon Jon and Hitman on URL
Bitch, me and Brodie look like ‘06 Gucci Mane and DJ Rell
Niggas think they in the streets just because they went to jail
Man, If I ever went to jail, I got a bitch to pay my bail
Everywhere I fucking go, bitch, my name be ringing bells
These niggas talking out they neck? Okay, I’ma send them hell
I touched the nine depths of Hell, then I bounced back and I prevailed
I make more money than your daddy cuz I know how to make and sell
That nigga working in a office, I’ma call him Steve Carell
These niggas think they hot shit but I’m the hottest out for real
I’m shooting shots like [Sam Casale?], riding in a black Chevelle
With my mama Gail, bitch, my swag never looking stale
And I’m clutching on a Ruger, Lex Luger, make a beat
Man I turn around, grab the choppa, hit ‘em with the heat
It’s ironic how he talking fye but he can’t even take the heat
Bitch, I get money plus respect, every mission I complete
I’m out here fucking niggas’ bitches and busting nut up on they feet
She wanna act like a dog, I tell her “roll over, take this treat”
Man, I’m a toxic boy for life, all my bitches I mistreat
She on her knees, face to face with my dick just like a meet and greet
You hate me? Okay, I hope you die from AIDS just like Eazy-E
Matter fact, I’m Suge Knight, I inject it into your veins while you asleep
So, boy, don’t look in my direction, and don’t say shit to me
I’ll lace your pills with fentanyl if you even make a Lil Peep
Nappa leather on my seats while I’m wood grain grippin’, bitch, I’m really on the creep
And I know I’m off beat, but I’ma still keep going and running this whole beat
Bitch, I’m Stanley Yelnats, beating niggas’ hoes and putting ‘em six feet deep
You don’t know what I’m talking about, you ain’t ever read that book cuz you don’t know how to read
So I’ma call you Zero, cuz you don’t know shit
I’m in the H like Zero, sipping on this drank while I’m talking slow, bitch
Last time I was Jerry Springer, but today, I’m Maury Povich
Looking for the nigga who fucked your ho? You already know I’m the culprit, fuck nigga