Vlone Friendz — TG Lyrics

Vlone Friendz Song Lyrics

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Don't get it twisted nor f**ked up
All these covers on my body I didn't look up
Look down the earth b**ch call me stuck up
Cuz I wouldn't hit her duck shut the f**k up
Put the weed on the scale roll of wood
I b**ch but I make her throw the hood up
I pack no smoking on that good stuff
I rack with the chopper when they lift up

Shot's letting off you was on the ground
I'm the one letting off that's how I get down
I be really bookin niggas y 'all be on the ground
Get it cracking like eggs better make them scream
I'm the one on parol with the bag on me
I'm the one with the clothes purple tag on it
Tenors out in bags with my lads on it
Baby mama scam crazy put a jag on it
Tell me not to hang one hop on I'ma go to jail
You know the devil was a liar you can go to hell

Down on bitty knees pray I'll make it out
See my brother Seraphine's out of vacant house
Down the street from Mama K he was staking out
I was somewhere in the 40s like the lake or else
Got my paper out right price bring your maker out
Bring your maker out rollin loud got my neighbors out
Bring your flavors out we ain't f**kin with that walk on
I done came along guys wait for the gunline
If you owe me then pay me got it up mine
Even if you on the run got it run mine
I be really in the field when it's crass huh
My younger tryna make a play like the combine
Free joe's hot and smoke carol bass
Neighbourhood 40s for whoever ass
Don't live low stony low runny ass
I was present for the action I was never absent
I was going for the team I was steady clap
Rap niggas in the stew yeah steady rap
Franchise like smooth we don't need a caption
From the detail ain't like he ready to jack

Still on the streets where you not at
Ex b**ch weak with her thot ass
Gotta hear me out like a podcast
Don't deserve a bag if you're pot trash