Through The Vines*

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[Intro]

(Zerby)

Ayy, okay

[Verse]

Shades on, double cup sippin'

007, it's a real mission

Okay, I'm James Bond, I'ma go get 'em

Like, what type time he on? I'm going Gorilla (Okay)

I put the pounds up in the attic, got the money in the basement

I couldn't even fuck with her, I had to get replacement

He want me on his song but that nigga can't get placements

We can't even get along if you be thinking basic

I'ma run it up nigga and I ain't talking ASICS

I was rolling za' and sipping drank before I was famous

They'll do anything to make a name, it made me so sick

I'm in a different lane, I'm in the sky with the orbits

Ooh, I hit my Diddy bop

Bitch, I don't Milly Rock, tell her "Make them titties pop"

I make your city hot, pull up with them wheelies out

Four in the double cup, we got it from the Waffle House

Uh, chopper, he walk it out

Uh, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?

Don't gotta block boy right in front me but I'ma chalk him out

He tried to hide from me, I'm in the bushes in front his house

Ayy, I, look at my watch, can't see the time

I'm on another level, I just want a piece of mind

You ask me how I'm doing, always tell you that I'm fine

Just read between the lines, I'm growing through the vines with this shit

'Cause I ain't lying to you

I be always keeping it real like I ain't hiding the truth

You be mad as a bitch 'cause I be higher than you

I ain't fuckin' with them niggas, I'm only fly with the crew

I be rolling off the gas, think I'm in love with the goop

When them boys get on your ass you gon' be mad you do what you do

Watch them slidin' through the roof, they come from coupe to coupe

I was raised around the ones so you know I would be one too

I'm a renegade, nigga, I'ma go against fuckin' anything

I don't care about them niggas, they ain't with the gang

She gon' spin, come back around, just like a boomerang

Pap dat like Bootytang, nigga

I know I do the thang, nigga

I got like 2 Chainz, nigga

Better yet, like twenty chains, nigga

Better yet like a hundred chains, nigga

This shit ain't ever been a thing, walk in and I just make it rain

Back then, I prolly hit a stain, my brodie goin' brain for brain

Kick shit like Jet Li, I, know they can't feel me, I

Can't let them kill me, I, keep that thing with me, I

Still makin' plays around the nation, I got that number one sensation

She like "It's hot in here babe", she dropped it down and went crazy (Yeah)

I put the pedal to the metal then I go for the moon

I ain't worried 'bout them niggas, I broke out my cocoon

You gotta go do what you do, bitch, get out of your mood

I got a different type of sauce, this shit didn't ride with the pool

I don't care who you with, nigga, so put them fists up

Say he wanna fight, hold up, is it a stick up?

If you say you got smoke, then put your blick up

He thought he was a big problem, that boy a hiccup (Hiccup)