I'ma let the drop top breathe
And the chain on my neck so bright I could walk through the place, make a blind man see
I don't even walk with a chop, got my goons in the squad they gon' die bout me
I ain't even want no beef, now it's blood stains all on my brand new tee
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla
Tell 'em don't play wit my skrilla, he tellin' stories you know he get slid up
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla,
Tell 'em it don't get no realer, beefin' wit me like an atom I split em
How you gon' copy the sauce when you don't got the money to pay for the recipe?
How you gon' hate me cause all of my angels around me, the Lord, he keep blessing me
Don't say my name wit them actors
I hate it when niggas be actin especially when they be sayin I'm taxin like what you expect me to rap without payin excessively?
What you tryna do for a bag?
I spend a band & I make it right back,
You only shoot on computers, we not talking apple
My shooter walk round wit a MAC
Last time I looked at a tag, I'ma be honest, I don't even think I could add
I don't even go to the bank, cause the statement increasing too fast I can't even relax
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla
Tell 'em don't play wit my skrilla, he tellin' stories you know he get slid up
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla,
Tell 'em it don't get no realer, beefin' wit me like an atom I split em
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I'ma let the drop top breathe
And the chain on my neck so bright I could walk through the place, make a blind man see
I don't even walk with a chop, got my goons in the squad they gon' die bout me
I ain't even want no beef, now it's blood stains all on my brand new tee
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla
Tell 'em don't play wit my skrilla, he tellin' stories you know he get slid up
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla,
Tell 'em it don't get no realer, beefin' wit me like an atom I split em
How you gon' copy the sauce when you don't got the money to pay for the recipe?
How you gon' hate me cause all of my angels around me, the Lord, he keep blessing me
Don't say my name wit them actors
I hate it when niggas be actin especially when they be sayin I'm taxin like what you expect me to rap without payin excessively?
What you tryna do for a bag?
I spend a band & I make it right back,
You only shoot on computers, we not talking apple
My shooter walk round wit a MAC
Last time I looked at a tag, I'ma be honest, I don't even think I could add
I don't even go to the bank, cause the statement increasing too fast I can't even relax
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla
Tell 'em don't play wit my skrilla, he tellin' stories you know he get slid up
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla,
Tell 'em it don't get no realer, beefin' wit me like an atom I split em
And the chain on my neck so bright I could walk through the place, make a blind man see
I don't even walk with a chop, got my goons in the squad they gon' die bout me
I ain't even want no beef, now it's blood stains all on my brand new tee
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla
Tell 'em don't play wit my skrilla, he tellin' stories you know he get slid up
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla,
Tell 'em it don't get no realer, beefin' wit me like an atom I split em
How you gon' copy the sauce when you don't got the money to pay for the recipe?
How you gon' hate me cause all of my angels around me, the Lord, he keep blessing me
Don't say my name wit them actors
I hate it when niggas be actin especially when they be sayin I'm taxin like what you expect me to rap without payin excessively?
What you tryna do for a bag?
I spend a band & I make it right back,
You only shoot on computers, we not talking apple
My shooter walk round wit a MAC
Last time I looked at a tag, I'ma be honest, I don't even think I could add
I don't even go to the bank, cause the statement increasing too fast I can't even relax
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla
Tell 'em don't play wit my skrilla, he tellin' stories you know he get slid up
Vanilla, vanilla, everything goin' vanilla,
Tell 'em it don't get no realer, beefin' wit me like an atom I split em
Writer: Henry Doten, Nate Kyei-Donkor
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid