Lyrics

Yeah
What it do, what it don't?
Got weed, got coke
What it do, what it don't?
Got weed, got coke (Whatchu lookin' for?)
Yeah
Come on, man
I'm Vinnie P, who the fuck is you?
Yeah!
Look!
Yeah!
I stand on my own
It's an onion and a speakerbox, Jammin' Jerome
I got a C.O. named Lorenzo and he rammin' Capone
I will off your on switch, put the swam to your cone (Ah)
Cut with the same opps
The pawn and the king end up in the same box
Y'all throwin' stones from a glasshouse
Keep playin' with me, I'ma crash out
Down a bullet, I'ma pull it
Motherfucker, I'd rather pull it
Valhalla and Valkyrie
Seven Operations of Alchemy
The cold is violent, it's Joseph Stalin
This shit look like the Gulf of Tonkin
That's my money, he got a hunned choppers
Victory has a hunned fathers
Ah!
Fuck outta here
Still I am here doin' the same shit
Heh, these fat moafuckas gettin' skinny, man
You sick or Ozempic, which one is it, man?
Gummo
You're drinkin' organic
Uh
Gilgamesh, I’m 'bout to build a bit (Uh-huh)
Ran across a cash cow, I’m bout to milk the bitch (That's right)
I heard the disrespect but I won’t diss the kid (Nah)
3 months later, nobody gon' miss the kid
All I see’s abundance worship in this money culture (Facts)
Sliders running up, while your cup was runneth over (Huh)
Huh, I’m looking modest with a pimp game
Got you stressing like a ransom letter with ya kid’s name (Nerves)
This ain’t kid’s game, beast mode like Brunson in a Knicks game (Yeah)
My connects done fix games (Shit)
You got a pig’s brain (you got a pig's brain), can’t fuck with the sheikhs (Nah)
Knock ya door in while you snoring and buck in the sheets (Where you at?)
During your REM sleep sharp with the tongue, I let the Gem speak
I don’t do the pretend beef, gotta make ends meet
It’s a high potentiality for murder
Come dance with the wolves, that reality'll hurt ya (Haha)
Mentally weak ass motherfuckers
What it do, what it don't?
Got weed, got coke (Whatchu lookin' for?)
Written by: Joshua Mangiardi, Karim Bourhane, Vincent Luviner
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