2020 Vision Songtext
von Young M.A
2020 Vision Songtext
Sleep walkin′
Part two
Ayy
Zombie on the track
Uh, straight off the rip, get to the bag
The plan is to triple my cash and shit on my past, ayy
Had to put a lock on my heart 'cause the love don′t last
Really rich but I'm humble but I won't brag
Mmm, but I just blew 40k on a piece, VV′s, freeze′
Sick shit, every time I wear it, I'm sneezin′, sheesh
2020, gotta level up increasin', beast
Gotta talk to these little dumb niggas, preach, preach
New money but I′m gettin' back to my old ways
Still hood, nigga, still gotta get the chicken wings with the lo mein
Still good when I pull up clap, clap, red lyfe, it′s a bro thing
Probably with three niggas
But when it's war time, it's the whole gang
Take your bitch then I fuck her
She ain′t comin′ back homie, it's a sure thing, poor thing
I don′t cuff a broke bitch and I don't cuff a no-name, no
Two tone cuban links white and rosé
Broke niggas ain′t never been in no banks
Ya'll really hoe made
Bank account on barcode
Got a long nose
Send a opp to the crossroads
Life taught me keep a eye open and my heart closed
Starin′ at the bottom of the hennessy bottle man it's a dark hole
Seein' my brother name on that tombstone turn my heart to a charcoal
Life is a bitch (Uh), little triflin′ bitch (Little triflin′ bitch, ayy)
Most of these models be broke stop hypin' that bitch
IG got you out here feelin′ yourself
You got likes but you ain't got no wealth go get help bitch
Independent winning, when I get a check
I ain′t never gotta split it (Never gotta split it)
Makin' women fall in love with me
I ain′t even gotta hit it (I aint even gotta hit it)
Most of you rappers be cappers, they fake
I can feel it in my spirit (I can feel it)
Ex still hittin' my line, decline
I don't even wanna hear it (Click)
Chain so loud, I′m deaf now
Wrist on wet towel, they upset now
Yeah, uh
Life is such a let down
So I′m pourin' up whenever I′m stressed out
Drinkin' most of the bottle for my dead niggas
Gotta pour the rest out
You know I ain′t no trickin' nigga
I treat a hoe like a step child
Amiri jeans with the reptiles with the Diors it′s a flex now
Fell in love with the money
Got my first mil' now I'm obsessed now
′Bout to do a couple movies out in Hollywood
Catch me on the West now
Old friends turn new enemies, hatin′, wanna send threats now
Put a price on a nigga head, he correct now, I collect now
LLC real estate, I get a check and invest now
Buying properties, Black monopoly, no checkers, this chess now
Zombie on the track
Part two
Ayy
Zombie on the track
Uh, straight off the rip, get to the bag
The plan is to triple my cash and shit on my past, ayy
Had to put a lock on my heart 'cause the love don′t last
Really rich but I'm humble but I won't brag
Mmm, but I just blew 40k on a piece, VV′s, freeze′
Sick shit, every time I wear it, I'm sneezin′, sheesh
2020, gotta level up increasin', beast
Gotta talk to these little dumb niggas, preach, preach
New money but I′m gettin' back to my old ways
Still hood, nigga, still gotta get the chicken wings with the lo mein
Still good when I pull up clap, clap, red lyfe, it′s a bro thing
Probably with three niggas
But when it's war time, it's the whole gang
Take your bitch then I fuck her
She ain′t comin′ back homie, it's a sure thing, poor thing
I don′t cuff a broke bitch and I don't cuff a no-name, no
Two tone cuban links white and rosé
Broke niggas ain′t never been in no banks
Ya'll really hoe made
Bank account on barcode
Got a long nose
Send a opp to the crossroads
Life taught me keep a eye open and my heart closed
Starin′ at the bottom of the hennessy bottle man it's a dark hole
Seein' my brother name on that tombstone turn my heart to a charcoal
Life is a bitch (Uh), little triflin′ bitch (Little triflin′ bitch, ayy)
Most of these models be broke stop hypin' that bitch
IG got you out here feelin′ yourself
You got likes but you ain't got no wealth go get help bitch
Independent winning, when I get a check
I ain′t never gotta split it (Never gotta split it)
Makin' women fall in love with me
I ain′t even gotta hit it (I aint even gotta hit it)
Most of you rappers be cappers, they fake
I can feel it in my spirit (I can feel it)
Ex still hittin' my line, decline
I don't even wanna hear it (Click)
Chain so loud, I′m deaf now
Wrist on wet towel, they upset now
Yeah, uh
Life is such a let down
So I′m pourin' up whenever I′m stressed out
Drinkin' most of the bottle for my dead niggas
Gotta pour the rest out
You know I ain′t no trickin' nigga
I treat a hoe like a step child
Amiri jeans with the reptiles with the Diors it′s a flex now
Fell in love with the money
Got my first mil' now I'm obsessed now
′Bout to do a couple movies out in Hollywood
Catch me on the West now
Old friends turn new enemies, hatin′, wanna send threats now
Put a price on a nigga head, he correct now, I collect now
LLC real estate, I get a check and invest now
Buying properties, Black monopoly, no checkers, this chess now
Zombie on the track
Writer(s): William Coleman, Katorah Marrero Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
