VISIONS (feat. Carson Tyler)

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(Fantom)

Uh, uh , uh
Uh, uh, uh

Yeah
Slide down your block with extended, All of the windows is tinted
I cannot lose I'm too winning, I air out the tension
God just forgive me, I know that I'm sinning (Uh)
I get so high that I start seeing visions, I cannot stop til I complete the mission
Running these streets, gotta run up the digits
Don't want the bitch if she ain't doing my dishes (Uh, Uh)
Been getting money my pockets way fatter
Sipping on lean put it straight in the Fanta
Get dirty bread with no trail I ain't Hansel
We got the sticks, you want smoke give you cancer
I keep the sack on me no I ain't Santa
He try and rob me send greetings to Casper
I keep the black and white just like a panda
Caught in the gunfire now he on a banner
Money what I talk, bitch that's the new grammar
Said he want smoke, knock the wick off his candle
Kyrie how I'm moving always got the good handles
Make it look easy I could do it in sandals
Steady with the crew I could never do it flip flop
Bad lil bitty and she looking at my wrist watch
Rocking small diamonds til I get up to the big rocks
Party on a yacht, yeah we make the whole ship rock
I heard em talking shit, but sware I ain't hear it
Bullshit smell and I don't even get near it
She said she rocking with me and she always show spirit
I don't ever look back I don't even got a mirror
But that's the only time I ever see the competition
Rule number three, always kill the opposition
Rule number two, roll up, shut up, sit and listen
And the number one rules always do the money mission
Slide down your block with extended, All of the windows is tinted
I cannot lose I'm too winning, I air out the tension
God just forgive me, I know that I'm sinning (uh)
I get so high that I start seeing visions, I cannot stop til I complete the mission
Running these streets, gotta run up the digits
Don't want the bitch if she ain't doing my dishes (Uh, Uh)
Been getting money my pockets way fatter
Sipping on lean put it straight in the Fanta
Get dirty bread with no trail I ain't Hansel
We got the sticks, you want smoke give you cancer
I keep the sack on me no I ain't Santa
He try and rob me send greetings to Casper
I keep the black and white just like a panda
Caught in the gunfire now he on a banner
Roll through the hood, I'm repping the red
Your bitch on the molly, she geeking on meds
She on my bed trying to give me some head
I push weight I don't f*ck with the feds
If I see a opp imma spray him with lead
Nobody snitching he already dead
Feel like the king of my city, if I say to do they knock off his head
If I spin the block then I'm doing some damage
I get the bread and the lettuce no sandwich
Got that bitch wet like the ocean Atlantic
Only speak privates with bitch understand it
Everybody sit, when I speak I'm the only one standing
I had to work for it no nothing was handed
Twenty - Thousand in my hand rubber banded
All I want is the money, I feel like a bandit
Slide down your block with extended, All of the windows is tinted
I cannot lose I'm too winning, I air out the tension
God just forgive me, I know that I'm sinning (uh)
I get so high that I start seeing visions, I cannot stop til I complete the mission
Running these streets, gotta run up the digits
Don't want the bitch if she ain't doing my dishes (Uh, Uh)
Been getting money my pockets way fatter
Sipping on lean put it straight in the Fanta
Get dirty bread with no trail I ain't Hansel
We got the sticks, you want smoke give you cancer
I keep the sack on me no I ain't Santa
He try and rob me send greetings to Casper
I keep the black and white just like a panda
Caught in the gunfire now he on a banner

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