Vamp Shit Songtext
von Alabama Nick
Vamp Shit Songtext
All these diamonds in my shit
Gettin′ my shine on
Alabama Nick bitch
Gettin' my grind on
All these niggas wanna stop me
But they can′t though
Cause I make this shit look easy
Like a free throw
I'm like KD off the block
In the low post
Keep the glizzy that's the glock
Leave a nigga ghost
10 bands in my sock
Cause I do the most
Outfit designer
Drippin′ like some French toast
I got that YG with me
Shout out to the west coast
Got a bitch named Chanel
But she ain′t west coast
Got em jumpin' off the scale
Like the top rope
Jimmy super fly snooka
Got that good dope
They respect the movement
Told me that I give em hope
These lil boys be lame
Leave em blazed in the hot flames
We are not the same
Hoes amazed
From my pimp game
Don′t care what claim
I don't bang
But I′m gang gang
Whole squad with the shits
We be on the same thang
Pop the champagne
Got dammit that's my campaign
It′s a celebration
Catch me posted at the blue flame
Throwing hunnids
On some strippers
Makin fuckin' money rain
We back like cooked crack
Got the whole state on my back
Click clack then split spat
These bitches too wack
Man I'm gone out this bitch
Rep my zone out this bitch
Gettin so much money
Need a clone out this bitch
I just closed another deal
On my phone out this bitch
I′m tired of fake niggas
Make me yawn out this bitch
Did this shit with no plug
On my own out this bitch
Gulfstream up in the air
Like a drone out this bitch
Show up late I don′t care
Still gettin' flown out this bitch
Gotcho baby mama with me
Gettin′ blown out this bitch
On the road tryna get it
Comin' home out this bitch
I don′t roll with fuck boys
I be alone out this bitch aye
Oh shit yo I forgot
I forgot to put the hook in man
Haha you wanna just let it roll like that?
I don't even think we need the hook man
Yeah fuck it, lemme hear that back
Gettin′ my shine on
Alabama Nick bitch
Gettin' my grind on
All these niggas wanna stop me
But they can′t though
Cause I make this shit look easy
Like a free throw
I'm like KD off the block
In the low post
Keep the glizzy that's the glock
Leave a nigga ghost
10 bands in my sock
Cause I do the most
Outfit designer
Drippin′ like some French toast
I got that YG with me
Shout out to the west coast
Got a bitch named Chanel
But she ain′t west coast
Got em jumpin' off the scale
Like the top rope
Jimmy super fly snooka
Got that good dope
They respect the movement
Told me that I give em hope
These lil boys be lame
Leave em blazed in the hot flames
We are not the same
Hoes amazed
From my pimp game
Don′t care what claim
I don't bang
But I′m gang gang
Whole squad with the shits
We be on the same thang
Pop the champagne
Got dammit that's my campaign
It′s a celebration
Catch me posted at the blue flame
Throwing hunnids
On some strippers
Makin fuckin' money rain
We back like cooked crack
Got the whole state on my back
Click clack then split spat
These bitches too wack
Man I'm gone out this bitch
Rep my zone out this bitch
Gettin so much money
Need a clone out this bitch
I just closed another deal
On my phone out this bitch
I′m tired of fake niggas
Make me yawn out this bitch
Did this shit with no plug
On my own out this bitch
Gulfstream up in the air
Like a drone out this bitch
Show up late I don′t care
Still gettin' flown out this bitch
Gotcho baby mama with me
Gettin′ blown out this bitch
On the road tryna get it
Comin' home out this bitch
I don′t roll with fuck boys
I be alone out this bitch aye
Oh shit yo I forgot
I forgot to put the hook in man
Haha you wanna just let it roll like that?
I don't even think we need the hook man
Yeah fuck it, lemme hear that back
Writer(s): Nicholus Travez Thomas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com