"Vlone Thug" lyrics
"Vlone Thug"
(feat. UnoTheActivist)
(MilanMakesBeats)
Uh
Vlone thug (Yeah, Vlone thug, turn my voice up)
Uh, tats on my neck (Neck)
Jitt in my blunt (Blunt)
Keep my .40 tucked (Tucked)
Lil' bitch gon' bust (What? Yeah)
Uh (What?)
Vlone thug (RIP Yams)
(I'm a Vlone thug)
Yams in my cup (Vlone Thug)
Lil' shawty pour me up (Yeah)
(Shawty pour me up)
Uh, yeah
Vlone thug, uh
Yams in my cup
Lil' shawty pour it up
Lil' shawty pour me up (Lean)
Vlone thug (What?)
Yams in my cup (Lean)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Drank)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Lean)
Tats on my neck (What?)
Jitt in my blunt (What? What?)
Keep my .40 tucked (Ha)
I keep my .40 tucked (Bust)
Vlone thug (Nigga)
Yams in my cup (Piss)
Shawty pour me up (Shh)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Yeah)
Yeah (ay)
Yeah (ay, bitch)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Pour it up)
Vlone thug (What?)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Piss pack, what?)
Vlone thug
Lil' shawty pour it up (Piss pack)
Vlone thug (Piss pack)
Let shawty pour it up (ay, what?)
Vlone thug (Yeah)
Call it what you want (What?)
Say she wanna fuck me first, she gotta fuck my blood (Dior)
Ay, pull up to the block, the AK in the trunk (Skrrt, what? What?)
Ay, smokin' Jitt pack, smokin' Purrp blunt, ay
Ay, Jitt pack, piss pack, snitch pack (Piss pack)
Vlone thug, ooh
Shawty fuck my blood
I bang with them bloods (Blood)
South Atlanta thug (Thug)
VVS my gums (Blatt)
Three-ring LeBron (Jitt)
Uh, chopper and the pump (Ooh)
I don't pop my tongue (Ooh)
She like to use her tongue (Yeah)
Fuck your ho' for nothing (Yeah)
Dior jeans for nothin' (What?)
Goyard waist for nothing (Yeah)
What you doing? Nothing (Huh?)
Ooh, calling my phone (Yeah)
Hey, what do you want? (Hey)
Oh, leave me alone, wait, uh
On my Vlone
Hey, hop on the block (What?)
AK in the trunk (What?)
Ay, that ain't your status (What?)
Ooh, Purrp got no money
Hey, Sunday through Sunday (What?)
Ooh, play with the hundreds (What?)
Ooh, play with them Benjis (What?)
Trap buzzing is standard (What?)
Oi, one is attending (What?)
Time killing, no limit
Shawty fuck my blood (What?)
I bang with them bloods (What?)
A South Atlanta thug (What?)
They call me the plug (What?)
Robins with the wings (What?)
VVS my gums (What?)
Three-ring LeBron (What?)
Chopper and the pump (Nigga)
I don't pop my tongue (Nah)
She like to pop her tongue (Yeah)
Fuck your ho' for nothin' (Yeah)
Dior jeans for nothin' (Yeah)
Goyard waist for nothin' (Yeah)
What you doin'? Nothin' (Yeah)
Vlone gang, we on it (Yeah)
A couple thousand, blowin' it (Yeah)
Uh (What?)
Vlone thug (Yeah)
(Jitt pack, Jitt pack, snitch pack)
Uh, tats on my neck (Neck)
Jitt in my blunt (Blunt)
Keep my .40 tucked (Tucked)
Lil' bitch gon' bust (What? Yeah)
Uh (What?)
Vlone thug (RIP Yams)
(I'm a Vlone thug)
Yams in my cup (Vlone Thug)
Lil' shawty pour me up (Yeah)
(Shawty pour me up)
Uh, yeah
Vlone thug, uh
Yams in my cup
Lil' shawty pour it up
Lil' shawty pour me up (Lean)
Vlone thug (What?)
Yams in my cup (Lean)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Drank)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Lean)
Tats on my neck (What?)
Jitt in my blunt (What? What?)
Keep my .40 tucked (Ha)
I keep my .40 tucked (Bust)
(Lil' bitch, she gonna bust)
Vlone thug (Nigga)
(Tats on my neck)
Yams in my cup (Piss)
(Jitt in my blunt)
Shawty pour me up (Shh)
(Keep my .40 tucked)
Lil' shawty pour it up (Yeah)
(My little bitch gon' bust)
Yeah, yeah, V (What? Huh? Yeah)
Pour it up (Ooh)
What? Ay (Ooh)
What?
Lil' shawty pour it up
Lil' shawty pour it up
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Troy Vashon Donte Lane
- AZLyrics
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- Playboi Carti Lyrics
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