Vendetta

Verse 1

Vendetta, thick skin under thin sweater

Don’t think for a second shit sweet

And T will let ya

Disrespect I mincemeat *****s for breakfast

Conduct the beats like Quincy with the orchestra

A lecture from professor Hannibal lector

My pitbull senses food in human texture

We at the section, low key with the brethren

Demi-sec for a shorty looking like she breast feed

These ***** flexing four deep with VS

And no ***** doing extra phony shit for attention

It’s no stress til they poke me in the chest

With a phone seeking a selfie, pore drink on her dress

Gotta address it, check a ***** temperature

But Bo Brady said be measured so I settle down

Send a messenger, the bouncer like a wrestler

Kick ‘em out the VI they out there with the regulars

Vendetta,

I am petty they gotta learn a lesson

**** ‘em forever

Whatever birdie he got I am texting

Til she the ex,

Put a baby mama in a Benz,

Uber black got a cutie added to our lady friends

Don’t play with them

My *****s really raise blinkies

I could get you got for the price

Of a race pigeon

Don’t **** with me

I don’t beef with rappers thats silly

They say to you what they can’t to me

When they see me, Stog

Chorus (Brittney Crush)

Show up in the place with style and grace

See the sour on their face

That's that vendetta

Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom

******* turn gloom

That's that vendetta

Bank full of pape, fly no cape

Faces turn sour grape

That's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta

Verse 2

Gorilla shit, they squeeze for money penny pinch

My Guerrilla *****s beat the army in them skirmishes

MK veterans, armed truck co-conspirators

Eat sirloin steak at the Saxon with the minister

Black businesses off the books

No written shit

Colonial pillaging call ‘em crooks but don’t give ‘em shit

Well Here’s a look, Lease the whip from the dealership

Take a whiff of this, breath the fumes

Or just eat a ****

Driving Europeans crazy like immigrants

Dunk a nut of ***** on racists call it conditioner

It’s in my lineage mum and pops was militant

Cousin wasn’t innocent

Those the cards he dealing with

Ace of Spade out the bucket

To remember him

Cuz They was made out them struggles

When the pressure build

Its meant to feel like water when your check the stream

Of thought a ***** etch with skill

Get spins with no record deal

So for the record if its smoke yeah I am here for this

But show don’t tell first lesson of the discipline

No embellishments, no tall tales we was living it

toast your ****tail to a lyricist

Vendetta

We get ‘em back when we level up

Revenge cheddar

For all the second hand shit the fed us

Set ‘em up in the calm south westerly weather

And Touch lettuce forever all the etceteras

Chorus (Brittney Crush)

Show up in the place with style and grace

See the sour on their face

That's that vendetta

Pull up like vroom, Ass on boom

******* turn gloom

That's that vendetta

Bank full of pape, fly no cape

Faces turn sour grape

That's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta

Ohh huh that's that vendetta