Young Bullard - Welcome the Villain Lyrics

Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains
Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas
I came bust ya right out ya zone, like f*ck ya feelings
Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits

I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall
Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball
Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call
Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all

Prayed up, I got the vision, cleaned up, it's clearer
Break it down, she want the white, she snort it off the mirror
I pray to lord to keep me safe the devil gettin near me
No stress, hit off the chest, Golden State, I never fear em
Now tell me what price, pay up, ain't nothin missing
Flipping with Diego, that fuego, we in the kitchen
Got bitches stacking pasos, no lingo she Puerto Rican
Drinkin out the bottle, no chaser release my demons
Uhh rack it all up, get paper, just like you told
Heard ya lil sneak diss, Solo you kinda bold
When you talk about that paper just know you'll never be me
Smoked a quarter ounce down in the back, then have a 3 peat

Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains
Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas
I came bust ya right out ya zone, like f*ck ya feelings
Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits

I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall
Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball
Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call
Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all

I promise you don't really want the ruckus wit young
Catch ya ass slippin and cross ya like the number 3 (That's real)
Young Bullard in the flesh I promise remember "I"
Tryna get the paper now, I'm living, you wasting time
Screaming f*ck all these bitches none of em f*cking with me
I got a hundred, one hundred packs, to divide with the team
I turn my thought of my dreams, into tangible things
Got motivation to rise above chasing cash and the cream
Hating turned up, get toe tags, they waitin on me, they snitching
F*ck it oh well, hater wish ya well, my grind hard, successful
3rd want the bag, hoes chasing us, just hit the trap, official
Boy Pistol Pete, got pistol whipped, Ace hit da gas, ignition

Don't nobody move wrong, welcome the villains
Aiming at the top of ya dome, cause we da killas
I came bust ya right out ya zone, like f*ck ya feelings
Break it all down at the spot, that's triple digits

I was born to get it in, ya know, I'm standing tall
Ain't coming off the bench, I'm starting, I'm tryna ball
Y'all don't really want it with 3rd, go make the call
Spark, you betta tell em, I'm greedy, I want it all