Vdon feat. Dark Lo & Roc Marciano - Direct (feat. Roc Marciano) Lyrics

Lyrics Direct (feat. Roc Marciano) - Roc Marciano , Dark Lo , VDon




Uh, Marc, baby
Dark Lo, nigga
V. Dawn, nigga
Let's go
You know my background
I might come through clapping rounds, put your back on the ground
Smoke you in the jag just like a black and mild
You sped off and crashed, you passed
Out, you didn't last a half a mile
Pat down the bag of towels now (Pat 'em down)
Niggas ass out, we get fast cash, ski mask route
Squeeze the machine, flatten your cheap ass house
Collapse in the street, that's how we play cat and mouse
Major the beat, blazing heat, save the cap and gown
Niggas is rapping loud, I was at the cabin wrapping loud
Waiting for crack to come back in style
I'm packing vials, the Louis V jacket is black and brown
The ratchet, I backed it out, the mac was on the rack mount
I had to spread some cheese around the staff like it was Laughing Cow
A talent, might happen to crack your scalp like a dragon stout
Your ass'll get found in the trash by a basset hound
Marc, baby
Blocka
Roc, yo
School of hard knocks, I aced, no cap and gown
He say he hustle like Ace, you just capping, clown
I'm Nino Brown, we doing business, hold up, pat him down
Burberry coat, the scarf wrapped around
I dicked her down, then I asked her, "Is you happy now?"
I clapped him down, before that, I had to
With a smile on, money just pile on
I got a judge on, if I pull it, it's trial on
Different speed, you too slow, I got a mile on
Get rich, no cell was the milestone
They stuff you with embalming fluid like a calzone
I'm a king, you in my presence, bow, homie
You worried 'bout a watch, I just buy a home
I heard the feds got a watch, I just dodged a poem
You mob when you watch Sopranos, I'm the black Rambo
I'm in New York like a giant with Marciano
I told V. Dawn send the beats, I ran out of ammo
I shoot you down, you walk up on me, boy, you just a fan of
The coke drying on the window, still get the fan on
And never let 'em know your next move, keep your hand low
You like Shaq in Orlando
Luchini falling from the sky, it's like cantaloupe
Let's get rich, yo



Writer(s): Tivon Key



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