letra de vanish mode - sleazyworld go
[intro]
uh
uh
uh-uh-uh-uh
(d-mn, rage, you goin’ crazy)
uh
uh
[chorus]
put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back
she like, “these kids keep on gettin’ k!lled,” i promised my mama i ain’t gon’ lack
i keep ’bout fifty stuck in this glock, b-tch, we got shots and we got straps
i hate a b-tch that have my cell phone number ’cause these hoes be gnats
[verse 1]
the way this chopper get to twitchin’, b-tch, look like it’s special ed
i fap n-ggas down with this stick, you want a hat, aim at his head
i don’t just f-ck and give hoes d-ck, poke out your lips, i want some head
this glock need to learn how to walk, i just went bought this ho a leg
i pray death upon my opps, i catch me one, he know he dead
i was gon’ shoot out the whip, might hop out, walk him down instead
thought he was a shotta ’til them shots rang and tore up his dreads (d-mn, rage, you goin’ crazy)
we the reason them switches hot, b-tch, free my brother out the feds
[chorus]
put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back
she like, “these kids keep on gettin’ k!lled,” i promised my mama i ain’t gon’ lack
i keep ’bout fifty stuck in this glock, b-tch, we got shots and we got straps
i hate a b-tch that have my cell phone number ’cause these hoes be gnats
[verse 2]
i hate a b-tch that have my number, i can’t give a ho receipts
i only text hoes in vanish mode, you screenshot me, b-tch i’ma see
i f-cked you on the first night, b-tch, how you gon’ talk down on me?
clean that lil’ p-ssy with some wipes, lil’ ho, you triflin’ for the streets
i met this one lil’ b-tch in texas, she ate d-ck ’til i was soft
i tried to move that ho lil’ head, i had to push her to get her off
i went bulletproofed the whips, move ’round the city like i’m dolph (d-mn, rage, you goin’ crazy)
i don’t do payments, ain’t sh-t rented, everything you see with me, i bought
[chorus]
put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back
she like, “these kids keep on gettin’ k!lled,” i promised my mama i ain’t gon’ lack
i keep ’bout fifty stuck in this glock, b-tch, we got shots and we got straps
i hate a b-tch that have my cell phone number ’cause these hoes be gnats
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