Vanish Mode (feat. FBG Josh & Moe Tra)

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These niggas can't fool with a picture of me
Whole textin' me, inventin' more, sayin' let's link
You know when I rap, I'm slidin' on the beat
The chosen one, I make a dime every week

Riviere in my neck, now it's time for my teeth
I ain't never seen a young nigga trim in me
I went to New York, keep flyin' for a week
Shit finna get big, stay down with me

Never been self, want the whole 10 to eat
Niggas said it was beef, now his ass deleted
I already fucked the hoe, bro, you can keep it
Feel like we hit the lotto, we ain't stuntin' you, people

How I'm stuntin', gettin' rich, I'm swipin' these V's
If it ain't about the money, Ray Charles, I don't see it
I seen me a hit before I crash on the meet
Stutter, sip in this drink, shit bad for my kidney

I ain't sippin' on clear, I don't fool with P.D
Nigga workin' around town, youngin', tryna touch a miss
I hop on a flight, every time I'm in my feelings
I'm scammin' every day, this the way we gotta get it

Stutter, think about my nigga every day, I don't reminisce
Niggas keep on dissin' niggas, they don't come up with me
I'm the biggest, I'm glad that these niggas really feel it
And this sack and this bitch, you know I'm the biggest

Ayy, man, it's a whole lot of freeband shit, man
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All the way from the Bama, how am I to know
A nigga talk too much, but I'm ridin' with some soldiers

Hundred shots, fifty bid, my nigga real low
Learned a lot down where that nigga got old
Hell nah, I ain't your mama, bitch, I ain't finna hold
Lock her on the car, I'm hot, my heart gettin' cold

Crank a lot of them cars, we don't wanna be low
Me and Tranny, yo, we like huggin' her ho
Hell nah, I ain't wrestlin', that's why I got my pole
Your nigga broke, he's a bitch, you need to get exposed

We the ones havin' most of you, I already know
You wanna know what I know, you gotta come up with some toe
Hell nah, I ain't trappin' or sellin' no bowl
Even though I can give it to him for the load

You cuffin' it, bitch, you know shit ho
I'm playin' as a bitch, I'm a pass to the bro
I'm high off this perk, I feel good in the yo
We bustin' these plays, I love when we score

If I'm droppin' these glasses, it's green, it's the gold
I ain't got no doubt, bitch, I ain't lovin' these hoes
That Lee-Ed dead, it's stuck in the cold
When this shit get cold, I put on my coat

They callin' my bitch, they say, on the go
Yo, bitch, she dig it, she like my pole
If we walk in your party, you know where to hold
Can we turn for show, you already know

Yo, bitch, gettin' groovin', need a cue by the hoe
Man, keep that lil' bitch over there, man
Big LBG shit, nigga
Slidin' the Skrk with the Glock in my lap

I love talkin' that shit to Big Kep
Nigga, I don't wanna hear that, I'll get y'all to melt
Rhyme with some choppers, we like to hear you clap
Speak a whole lot of fast when I'm rhymin' these raps

May 10th in a week, you can check out my snap
I don't f*ck with the beat, could've seen the Big Kep
I ain't stuntin', I hope for the big kicker out
Nigga, burn it, get serious, get off this, then we in touch

Sell me the day, then do it again
AK in this cop, it go two mega-ten
Lem shots in this clip, that's for you and your twins
Push the gas to the floor while I'm drivin' this Benz

On the way to the DMJ, me, Josh, and Tween
At a Airbnb with some freaks and they friends
I f*ck her and pass her, won't touch her again
Send her a fifth, I'm only 19

I'm just a young nigga, chasin' it green
He tryna take something, he get left on the scene
Glock ain't different, it came with a Benz
We ain't leavin' no tracks, we skirt off from the scene

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