VEDO - Throw It Back
It's Vedo, babyOne shot, two shot, three shot, out of spite
Bust it down in her mouth
Give it back, gotta bounce
She just want a nigga with a bag, hey hey
Most niggas don't even get a pass, hey hey
She gon' bend it over like she dropped some'
Break her back like a nigga chiropra'
She like talk to me nice, aye
Talk to me nice, yeah, yeah
She don't want advice, she just want the pipe
(Sish, sish)
Champagne on ice, in love with the life
PJ for the flight, just for the night
I can never switch on my niggas
That's a no no
Every watch I bop, bust it down
It's a lightshow
I hit every bitch in the party
That's a shotgun shell
And they not gon' tell, keep it G
I ain't going deep, bitch I'm ready
VVS my stones, cost an eighty
Know I keep it on me like an ID
Know that she gon' ride
She gon' ride like a pony
Throw it back, throw it back
Throw that back make it clap for them racks
I make it rain on you, what you trynna do
She drive the boat like she's
Trying to go to school so drop it down
Break a leg like you want this money baby
Make it clap, throw it back
Like you tryna get a Birkin baby
Throw that back, throw it back
In love with the drip, in love with the drip
In love with the drip
She know what it is, know what it is
Know what it is
I got a bag, I'm blowing cash
I'm paying bills
If she's showing ass, she's getting a pass
Just being real
All of that ass, in that peak hole
I got a bag, I'm a freak ol'
Let's run it back, ain't got reload
I blow a bag, stroking my ego
I be like, get what you want
Get what you want
As long as you keep taking shit off
Taking that off open it up, bringing it back
Yeah, yeah, drink in my cup, ass on my lap
I can never switch on my niggas
That's a no no
Every watch I bop, bust it down
It's a lightshow
I hit every bitch in the party
That's a shotgun shell
And they not gon' tell, keep it G
I ain't going deep, bitch I'm ready
VVS my stones, cost a eighty
Know I keep it on me like an ID
Know that she gon' ride
She gon' ride like a pony
Throw it back, throw it back
Throw that back make it clap for them racks
I make it rain on you, what you trynna do
She drive the boat like she's
Trynna go to school so drop it down
Break a leg like you want this money baby
Make it clap, throw it back
Like you tryna get a Birkin baby
Throw that back, throw it back
In love with the drip, in love with the drip
In love with the drip
She know what it is, know what it is
Know what it is
I got a bag, I'm blowing cash
I'm paying bills
If she's showing ass, she's getting a pass
Just being real
Written by:
GHARAH DEGEDDINGSEZE, WILBART III MCCOY
Publisher:
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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