Slater Vance - sounds....of....earth....II Lyrics

Don't front shit
I run shit
Just winning while it's fun tho
This RP9 got RPMs that blind you more than gun smoke
One in the rover
Both of my henchmen riding with chains
Running you over
Embroidered the tires so you know my name
No Texas hold em
But all of my aces riding with Ks
Diego Costa
I'm good on the West but the premier in Spain
One in the rover
Both of my henchmen riding with chains
Running you over
Embroidered the tires so you know my name
No Texas hold em
But all of my aces riding with Ks
Diego Costa
I'm good on the West but the premier in Spain
I got two hittas, swinging like they studied Ruth
That rat brought valid info but I killed him for the truth
I don't know who figure, they could knock me off my grove
And I hope we talk it out for your sake so you don't end up on the news
And you won't like that
I promise
I'm so smooth I feel Mike Jack
No comments
No cosign that
No wire
No rewind that
No problem
They disguised that
The nine'll track drown 9 nine rats
The fox'll know where the swine at
I'm back like where your spine at
Nigga
One in the rover
Both of my henchmen riding with chains
Running you over
Embroidered the tires so you know my name
No Texas hold em
But all of my aces riding with Ks
Diego Costa
I'm good on the West but the premier in Spain
One in the rover
Both of my henchmen riding with chains
Running you over
Embroidered the tires so you know my name
No Texas hold em
But all of my aces riding with Ks
Diego Costa
I'm good on the West but the premier in Spain
Call her my cooper
She a lil mini, 5'2 but she 10 out of 10 in my city
Live for the blooper, intentions too trippy
Got two on the road cause we bike a 750
Never leave troopers for dames leaving hickeys
One move, then I'm gone, like Marshawn in his rookie
Born with the Ruger, my own money-penny
Two holes, in head, smoking up, he a hippie (what a pity)
We up tho
I been around some cutthroats
Them niggas can't get close
Cause that's what I keep a gun for
And now I speak with gusto
My funds are all I trust hoe
He thought he was a god
Sent his angels on the run tho
I swear he started it
Like the kid who got in trouble
I said I was a dog
Now they hearing me like Ruh Roh
I needa calm this shit down
I need be living humble
But my teeth is at yo neck like Hannibal's stomach had rumbled
One in the rover
Both of my henchmen riding with chains
Running you over
Embroidered the tires so you know my name
No Texas hold em
But all of my aces riding with Ks
Diego Costa
I'm good on the West but the premier in Spain
One in the rover
Both of my henchmen riding with chains
Running you over
Embroidered the tires so you know my name
No Texas hold em
But all of my aces riding with Ks
Diego Costa
I'm good on the West but the premier in Spain