VultureLivin Lyrics

You ain't never handle business,

So why you come around,

Screaming Slatt

You ain't never been gang,

So why you tell them people that,

New Lies spreading everyday about the gang,

But we ain't een gettin into that

She want me now,

But she fucked around,

So I told her I wasn't even feeling that,

I treat my opp just like my exes,

If we miss once, we gotta spin back

My partner going through some shit with his girl,

But I ain't even gon' speak into that

Nigga, move around, then get clapped

Slimerre, just came home still toting, A scrap on probation

I put my heart an my soul and my pain in these lyrics and music,

I pray that I make it

I was just out with the devil,

Lil' nigga

I was just out with them felons,

Lil' nigga

Trying to figure why the police,

drop the case bout them pistols

I know they wanna get me,

Even though I was fucking around with ha friend

I looked in her eye,

I know she won't hit me

City too hot,

Junkies dying everyday

On my side,

Off Dog and Whitney

I ball like on MJ, Lil Zyon, he Pipen'

I checked the car,

For the key in the ignition

Know I'm headed far, you just keep listening,

Know they all gon' die,

You can just keep dissing

Only time will tell,

How I handle these Millions,

You gotta, stay low,

Stay low with them chickens

Kick in the door, Come with all the millions,

Kilt em off rip,

Hustle and Ambitions,

Ion' feel like biggie, know I'm gon' be the biggest,

We was just out here breaking in Hemi's,

Even though I'm on the mic,

Job still ain't finished

Weed in the wood 4 inna' cup

And I'm by myself,

Got my mind just keep on spinning

Play triple cross and slime everybody out,

Pray to the Lord, cause you keep sinnin'

And the police,

They still trynna sentence me

Got a new bitch, this gang bitch from Tennessee

I like the bitch, she ratchet

She just got her Tendencies,

We Get'N money now, ain't no Ten a G,

I ain't sparing no nigga who ain't feeling me,

Give a fuck about a friend and an enemy,

I was rolling on the woods in the back of a truck,

How the fuck you help a nigga Who can't even help himself,

Go against VL, Only Problem you Worried about is death

Shoutout, Pap, Quan, Tube,

They shooting like Steph

Told them I really don't care,

Just got some new bullets

They'll cut their head off with bear

You niggas need to learn how to Step

Designing my shirt,

Polo sittin' on my underwear,

They were never around,

I can't Fuck with them,

Hope When it go down, you gon' Bust with them