Like A Cowboy Vulture Love, Kodak Black & VVSNCE (Ft. Big Fredo & NFL Tuewop)
"Like A Cowboy" by Vulture Love, Kodak Black & VVSNCE (Ft. Big Fredo & NFL Tuewop) blends hip-hop and trap influences. Released in 2023, the song explores themes of resilience, street life, and self-confidence, using cowboy imagery as a metaphor for independence. Unique elements include catchy hooks and diverse flows, reflecting contemporary urban culture. #HipHop
[Verse 1: NFL Tuewop]
Had to make it all make sense, I done turned a nickel to a dime
Can't tell me shit about the block, seen it all in my life of crime
Say it's respect, dog, 'til it come your way, so let's respect my mind
But if you can't be 'bout your issue like I'm 'bout mine, then slang that iron
Bitch, this traphouse like a bakery, we sell Cookies and pies
Live a thug life like I'm Pac, young nigga straight off the Westside
I'm on edge at all times, these jiggas got me frog-eyed
I been bangin' on shit before you left, but lost it when Papi died
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Raris, Rovers, ridin' in Rolls with my chauffeur
Flyer than most, flew by, it make my toes hurt
Poppin' dope, sir, I am never sober
Slidin' in a Ghost, these murders makin' me soul search
I get cold to crack my wrist like voodoo
I'm the shit, get past me, I'm like guru
Your lil' bitch a splat, she come here, get choo-choo'd
I keep two zoots on me like a cowboy
[Verse 2: VVSNCE]
I know some bitches who with it and straight out the trenches, they ready to step on a bitch
I know some niggas who spinnin', stand over you grinnin', on God, your whole family get hit
I came from strippin', finessin', and switchin' out visits, my purse got a Perc' and a blick (No cap)
Boostin' and stealin' out stores, then go back to the trenches, on granny, we sellin' that shit
Shittin' on these hoes in these brand-new Bottegas
I stuff my purse with a Glock and blue paper
Ain't got no opps, these lil' bitches just haters
Bitch, wait 'til I'm sldin' in that brand-new Bentayga
Jumped off the jet, then go'n jump in the Cully
My brother behind in that new Ranger Rove
I need my frontend if you tryna kick it
I need least a fifty to come do a show (VS)
Had to make it all make sense, I done turned a nickel to a dime
Can't tell me shit about the block, seen it all in my life of crime
Say it's respect, dog, 'til it come your way, so let's respect my mind
But if you can't be 'bout your issue like I'm 'bout mine, then slang that iron
Bitch, this traphouse like a bakery, we sell Cookies and pies
Live a thug life like I'm Pac, young nigga straight off the Westside
I'm on edge at all times, these jiggas got me frog-eyed
I been bangin' on shit before you left, but lost it when Papi died
[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Raris, Rovers, ridin' in Rolls with my chauffeur
Flyer than most, flew by, it make my toes hurt
Poppin' dope, sir, I am never sober
Slidin' in a Ghost, these murders makin' me soul search
I get cold to crack my wrist like voodoo
I'm the shit, get past me, I'm like guru
Your lil' bitch a splat, she come here, get choo-choo'd
I keep two zoots on me like a cowboy
[Verse 2: VVSNCE]
I know some bitches who with it and straight out the trenches, they ready to step on a bitch
I know some niggas who spinnin', stand over you grinnin', on God, your whole family get hit
I came from strippin', finessin', and switchin' out visits, my purse got a Perc' and a blick (No cap)
Boostin' and stealin' out stores, then go back to the trenches, on granny, we sellin' that shit
Shittin' on these hoes in these brand-new Bottegas
I stuff my purse with a Glock and blue paper
Ain't got no opps, these lil' bitches just haters
Bitch, wait 'til I'm sldin' in that brand-new Bentayga
Jumped off the jet, then go'n jump in the Cully
My brother behind in that new Ranger Rove
I need my frontend if you tryna kick it
I need least a fifty to come do a show (VS)
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