CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Vanishin’ (OG)
B*t*h, If I give you ten
Go zip that n***a
Go flip that n***a
You'll kill him, n***a
I'ma split you, n***a
It's been real, n***a
Look at my f**king wrist that bih so motherf**kin' ice
And ion check the price, I'll buy if it’s nice
I'm clutching some sh*t so f**king big, yea, end your life
N***a, clutching the f**king sig I'm finna end his life
We don't f**k with no f**king pigs, all my n***as shiesty
All my n***as so f**king slime, it get real slimey
Trying to keep up with my life, it get real pricey
Yea, hang out the roof, nothing to do
Know all my n***as gon' shoot, yeah
Do it to you, do it to him
F**k that n***a and his crew
B*t*h, I'm gone off blues
Look at my fit, cost as much as juice
Hey, we loose screws
Pop my sh*t, I pop my sh*t on you
Finna up a hundred on the 'Gram, f**k cam
So rich, I could buy a Lamb'
Up in the four-door Porsche Panamera
Put that sh*t on camеra
Hitting his b*t*h with stamina
I don't give a f**k 'bout nobody kill my manager
Need anger managеment
This b*t*h a fan and sh*t
She don't eat d**k? I'm vanishing
Yeah, lil' b*t*h, I'm gone
In my f**king zone, n***a, what you on?
I'm putting my sh*t on
These sticks, these sticks, they break that n***a bone
I don't rock Vlone, b*t*h, I'm alone
Come in my f**king home, I'ma get your sh*t gone
Lil'-a** boy, b*t*h-a** n***a, I'm grown
Yeah, Bring hers alone
Hitting this b*t*h from the back while she giving me dome
Yeah, up in my zone, up in my zone
Know you can hear it in this song
Yeah, AR-15 got a sight, Glock 19 got a pipe
Pouring codeine in the Sprite, f**k the hype
B*t*h, I'm very hype
[Open Verse]
Go zip that n***a
Go flip that n***a
You'll kill him, n***a
I'ma split you, n***a
It's been real, n***a
Look at my f**king wrist that bih so motherf**kin' ice
And ion check the price, I'll buy if it’s nice
I'm clutching some sh*t so f**king big, yea, end your life
N***a, clutching the f**king sig I'm finna end his life
We don't f**k with no f**king pigs, all my n***as shiesty
All my n***as so f**king slime, it get real slimey
Trying to keep up with my life, it get real pricey
Yea, hang out the roof, nothing to do
Know all my n***as gon' shoot, yeah
Do it to you, do it to him
F**k that n***a and his crew
B*t*h, I'm gone off blues
Look at my fit, cost as much as juice
Hey, we loose screws
Pop my sh*t, I pop my sh*t on you
Finna up a hundred on the 'Gram, f**k cam
So rich, I could buy a Lamb'
Up in the four-door Porsche Panamera
Put that sh*t on camеra
Hitting his b*t*h with stamina
I don't give a f**k 'bout nobody kill my manager
Need anger managеment
This b*t*h a fan and sh*t
She don't eat d**k? I'm vanishing
Yeah, lil' b*t*h, I'm gone
In my f**king zone, n***a, what you on?
I'm putting my sh*t on
These sticks, these sticks, they break that n***a bone
I don't rock Vlone, b*t*h, I'm alone
Come in my f**king home, I'ma get your sh*t gone
Lil'-a** boy, b*t*h-a** n***a, I'm grown
Yeah, Bring hers alone
Hitting this b*t*h from the back while she giving me dome
Yeah, up in my zone, up in my zone
Know you can hear it in this song
Yeah, AR-15 got a sight, Glock 19 got a pipe
Pouring codeine in the Sprite, f**k the hype
B*t*h, I'm very hype
[Open Verse]
