Lil Vision - 1of1 (feat. tendoextendo)
This that one on one shit nigga this shit can never be duplicated or mimicked nigga
You heard me you see you niggas out there tryna bite swag nigga just get credit when it's due you heard me how
We thuggin out this bitch
Im in this bitch with clayco
Yea
Shooter gon get em gon aim for his temp fade
Fuckin with us thats wrong move boy thats a bad day
Military sticks in this bitch yeah we toating on dracs
Make the wrong move he get shot in the face
Me and xd went on sum dates
Yea K9 finna put a nigga on a plate
Shout out them real rights in clayco
I send my shooter a uber he sendin out a halos
Post up right at the apartments we do that shit till the day gone
Its beams on the stick like some ray gun
He aint never rob niggas fuck boy aint take none
Im sliding with slime he one of them ones
I remember doin drills nigga that shit was fun
Ayy ayy
Remember them times we was spinnin all night
Remember them times i was blowin that fire
I dont know about you but this shit real right
Get a nigga knocked off while im chillin on a flight
Got a micro drac with a brand new sight
You better move right if you love your life
Them talibans soldiers hop out then strike
Tryna slide on the block you better think twice
You know im one of them ones
One of them ones that gon slide on your shit with a drum
Baby we do this for fun
When we lost brody you know that my niggas went dumb
None of these niggas want none
Slide with a stick make them fuck niggas run
Slide on your bitch with this dick on her tongue
Vision said get him we got him its done
Tendo slide with that hundred round drum
Twins that fuck that fifty round drum
Shooter go crazy that boy goin dumb
Im smokin new opp pack its in my lung
All my YNs know is red rum
None of my shooters aint sharin the same gun
Them fuck niggas aint on none
I made a opp bitch wrap up her bun
I made a opp bitch do what i say so nigga
Yea on gang
Yea
Chapo
I made her do what i say so
I made her
Yea
Im in this bitch with clayco
Im in all black nigga like batman
You know im havin that shit yo bitch call me band man
Im in the trap with my taliban
My niggas countin up blood money yeah they got hella bands
Beat up the pack gotta serve with my left hand
Weed so stank gotta wrap in saran
It was me and slatt blatt hittin them scams
This game fucked up cant trust your fam
This shit fucked up gotta watch my fam
This shit fucked up gotta watch my mans
I really came up you don't understand
This shit on the floor we runnin up bands
Fully auto glock i bet it wont jam
Tryna run up get hit with that fan
Bitch go ayy
I make a opp bitch do what i say so
Tryna run up you know that its case closed
Tryna run up give that fuck boy a halo
Bitch do not talk bout the opps cause we faced those
Im with my chico we counting up pesos
Movin illegal so he gotta lay low
Movin illegal but no he aint trippin
How can we trip its the life that we livin
All of these niggas cap rap and its fiction
We tryna slide in his block and go fishin
Tryna run up you get hit in your biscuit
GLE 43 windows is tinted
Baby girl you know im in it to win it
Fuckin them up got these fuck niggas quittin
Slide with that stick when i up niggas shitted
Taliban soldier lil bitch we the realest
Bitch go go bitch
Written by:
Myles Harvey
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