From The Vault Lyrics

One, two, one, two, one, two,

Flee

Uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, yo, yeah, uh, yo

Smooth talker, Florida nigga or New Yorker

This Grand Royal can't leave the game, I'm too loyal

My bitch get what she want, I swear she too spoiled

But baby girl, yeah there ain't nothin' I won't do for ya

This my house for you come through, take them shoes off ya

I got food for thought, made with that new goya

Huh, step outside, sun touch my skin

See me glowin' in my zone, this that melanin

They ain't expect him to pop up like remember him

They preyin' on my downfall, I'm talkin' many men

Yeah, but yo, you should've been there last night

A bunch of hunnies in the spot, shit was mad vibes

Ha, but really, I don't fraternize

You do your queen dirty, watch em' get chastised

Or set you up or wet you up, like you baptized

And leave you jacked son, ain't talkin' bout the fab five

Yeah, man, these niggas got their swag fried

And shit ain't been the same since my nigga Trav died

Damn, slime

That's my motherfuckin' guy

R.I.P. slime

Yeah, all blessings out to Aunty Var

We all got a job to do, just gotta play your part

Yeah, you still my brother, even though we grow apart

That's why when I do a verse, I gotta show my heart

And remain on point, just like I'm throwin' darts

Just had to drop some gems, nigga, from the vault

Yeah, it's from the vault

It's from the vault