Vada - Mixtape lyrics

[Intro Bridge:] Nobody Likes me, but that's ok Cause I don't Like yaw anyway… (haha). Said I don't like yaw anyway… f** all yaw!!! Verse 1: Click clack splat, it's a wrap Vada's back When vLane's on the attack don't relax up in my path Disband that vanished b**h a** n***a we don't hit the gla** n***a now we fina blast, I cast n***as Like I'm SAG Poppin yo lips greasy my gun shines now that's Carmax Black on Black back to Back, Bdddddat! Rat-tat-tat The sh** I attract, I need a bad k**a Suspenders and briefcase but I'm still that n***a (Oh-oh) I'm rollin', boy I ain't changed Teach every b**h I f** wit how to use a blade Air this at ya head boy I call it Hairspray I was in a meeting I don't care if it was broad day Murder Boi just leave me alone I ain't emotional (?) I know that I'm wrong Ridin on vLane yo a** is not gon ride back home Spray yo chest that new cologne – it's called 4-4 Chorus: (I'm a make you my mixtape) And make sure you full of heat. Ride around, hear the sound you'll hear before you go to sleep (My Mixtape) You'll get the most press the first week. But yo whole hood will feel it if ya Boys start to speak I'm a make you my mixtape – mixtape – mixtape (Have you hemmed up in the corner like a) Mixtape – mixtape – mixtape – (I'll let you leak out to the streets just Like a) Mixtaaape Verse 2: Bdddddat these n***as panicin, damaging when that hammer spin In fact I'm packin, sin ain't rare territory where actions Clack then Pap, then end. Black within, I'm gon attack again Gats and straps my friends, I syringe til' it's exact revenge You ain't yo Big homie Boy you muthaf**in soft Pay my muthaf**in Lawyers – I get muthaf**in off Tryda cross, me pray Jesus run cause if he walks By the time he get ya dog, it'll already be a**aul Like Woop – I grind. On time n***a I shine My white b**h heard me rap and she said “V, you're not that kind” I called Lil' Rob he said that my bread went through fine So them enemies of mine – are now traced in cute white Lines Hit them push ups in the gym like I'm livin in the pin Hit ya chin, you won't ever say that stupid sh** again Don't retweet me you old b**h a** n***a we ain't friends Yo picture now and then, let's see yo a** swim Churus: Talking: Murda Dem… p**y Boi Wah De gwan wit chu??? I am the original Jamaican don dada… (Laughs) South Central… Naw I ain't lightin up on these n***as. I won't ever lightin up – I ain't Drake. (Laughs) Aye… Aye Aye Aye them n***as said Vada don't be in the hood n***a…. n***a, n***a I don't got to! And n***a, neither do my enemies There all out… (laughs). They're out. You can't call em… (screams). vLane!