lirik lagu vabp – hearse
(intro)
oh sh-t man, forreal before the cops come
come on man, get this n-gga out the trunk doe
we got shows on and sh-t man, c’mon black! c’mon man!
hey hey let’s go man
we were supposed to have the car ready
stick to the plan, we’ll get out this b-tch
i ain’t goin to jail!
i ain’t going back in no jailhouse!
(hook)
f-ckin’ with the squad, that’s gone get yo’ -ss murked
i ain’t lyin, how yo’ -ss layin’ in the dirt?
if he ain’t talkin’ money i don’t give a f-ck
that type of n-gga, how yo’ -ss layin’ in the he-rs-? x2
(verse 1)
bang, bang, b-a-n-g
runnin’ on the green, i don’t need cleats
all i need is money, and that’s all i see
aviator guccis, all i see is g
twenty once in that pack g, don’t push to my eyes b (?)
-ss living (?), you past living
you lames come handle me
getting money affecting me
run yo mouth and we work the c (?)
if you bump that -ss in jackson, then you know we kept the c (?)
don’t f-ck around with that rob b
don’t make me have to ride on him
i’m a smooth n-gga, i’m down to ride
don’t make me have to slide on him
all black and i’m masked up
and i ride with that macs up
i hit a n-gga now stacked to his chest (?)
feel him up like ciroc shots
i’m still g and i’ll never change
i’m always known to stack dollars
that one down, he goin’ down (?)
he sells flowers with that pollen (?)
on the block, black put him in a he-rs-
let me know if we got a problem
don’t f-ck around, i’ll leave yo’ momma cryin’
and you’ll end up with them cops callin’
(hook)
(verse 2)
put a price on yo’ head like a fitted cap
crazy young n-gga with the semi packed
i’m making money, i’m puttin’ money, no counterfeit (?)
if you making money i’ll take this money, no bullsh-t
call my brother super he hit that back shot (?)
or head shots, he’ll take it all (?)
man yo’ brain’s everywhere, no cleaning up
man’ll pay you caps, no i ain’t no janitor (?)
(verse 3: urboyblack)
sippin’ on corona
chillin’ with my n-ggas
down to count them figures
down to pull them triggers
free my brother duke
r.i.p. my n-ggas
(?)
ha ha, ridin’ round and we winnin’
got yo’ b-tch here grinnin’
made or not, she’s singing
all my n-ggas is winnin’
count the caps, we spendin’
this urboyblack
and d-mn right i’m winnin’!
(hook)
(outro)
good sh-t fellas, good sh-t fellas
yeah yeah yeah, we did the motherf-ckin’ job n-gga
we some real gs
yeah that sh-t, that sh-t was ‘aight man
get sh-t done man, as always, man
you almost f-cked it up, man
black dropped the dead body and sh-t
man you got scared when you seen them car lights too n-gga!
d-mn right n-gga, i ain’t goin’ back
f-ck it n-gga, let’s go get something to eat
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