Lyrics Hef Gasol - Vonte

I'm done that's all Ima say about it
It's a million other beats Vonte could of chose, bruh
It's a million other beats he could of chose bruh
And I'm only saying something cause I'm sensitive about my shit bruh
I'm an artist

Aye, aye aye aye aye aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Aye
Ya

(Hef!)
What... yea
Paraplegic, no I don't feel none of these niggas at all (No!)
Post on the block with my motherfuckin brother, just like Hef Gasol (Hef!)
Devil wears Prada, grandmama still praying "May God help us all" (Swear)
You turn up then niggas get scared and they start to pray on ya downfall
(They praying to God)
From them Candlewood bricks, man this shit off the wall
We shooting them dice, make sure them hit the wall
Mike Jackson my ice, man it hit "Off the Wall" (Yee-hee)

I'm getting face, finna put you on pause
Getting bread everyday, high cholesterol
(I'm getting top)

Just checked the score I'd hate to be y'all
(We at the top)

My dawg don't play ball but he taking the charge
My dawg don't play ball but he taking the charge
I'm rocking that BAPE with the shark just like JAWS (Rocking that BAPE!)
He touching my chain, put his face in the water (Face in the water!)

Serving that gas, boy I can't take no orders
(Can't take no orders!)

I bought me some batteries and bought me quarter! (I bought me a clock!)
I worked me some magic and found me a formula (Bought me a clock!)
From candlewood, Cartiers on my cornea!
I'm making moves, no I do not do choreo!

Kill the pussy, veterinary memorial
(Killing that twat! Ah!)

You lil niggas chasing a bitch, call you Mario
(Chasing that broad)

Comme Des Garçon with the heart call it cardio
(Comme Des Garçon!)

Push to start electronic don't need no motor oil (Push to start, gone!)
That Louis V bag orange! (Orange!)

That mean I'm dripping like Florida water
(That mean I'm dripping like)

Young Nigga I swear I love the game
(Swear to God)

I feel like Money Mitch, Richard Porter
(I swear I love it)

I had enough of the misfortune (Enough!)

I fucked around and got too determined
(I'm on it)

I want the Mercedes', vroom in German
(Vroom!)
That Alfa Romeo Italian, I think?
(I think!)

This calamari pasta Italian, I think?
(Ha!)

This fur rug it came off the mountain, I think
This painting it came from Uganda, I think?
Black diamonds came from Uganda, I think?
(Them rocks)

Yea! Tint on my eyewear, can't see when I blink
(See what I watch)

Pink on my fifties and pink when I drink

Niggas start switching ain't think I would peep
(Think I can't see)

I put that double G on, now I'm geeked

(I did ya numbers and it's times 3
I did ya numbers and it's times 3, Yeah!)

Paraplegic, no I don't feel none of these niggas at all (No!)
Post on the block with my motherfuckin brother, just like Hef Gasol (Hef!!)
Devil wears Prada, grandmama still praying "May God help us all" (God!)

You turn up then niggas get scared and they start to pray on ya downfall
(Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)

I'm pushing the button ready when you are
(I'm pushing the button!)

I'm rocking that Raf with a capital R
(I'm rocking that shit!)

I ball like Bruce Willis, no after tomorrow
(Whoo! Swish!)

I switch up the play yeah I'm calling an audible
(Calling an audible! Blrrrr!)

It ain't no comparison not even arguable
(Ain't no comparing!)

They nothing like me, nigga not even partial
(Whoo!)

I walk through that fye nigga just like a Marshall
(That fye!)

I go against anybody, it's no target!
Big body I'm having trouble when parking it!
(Skrrttt!)
The engine is playing horsey when I'm starting it!
Old bitch in my DM, I'm not even hearting it!
(Not even hearting it)

They talk shit about me, I'm not even arguing
Shawty she calling I'm not even arguing
Me against him it's not even an argument
(Not even!)
My dawg got the stick so we not gonna argue
My dawg got the stick better not be no arguments
(Nah!)

I put some bigger diamonds in my cartilage
I went and Louis Vuitton all my luggages
(All on my luggage!)

I went and went official on the publishing
(I'm in my bag!)

I went and won again I started doubling
(Ha!)

Pouring up the drank my vision doubling
Presidential suite, I'm not republican

I said it to em clear I wasn't stuttering
(I said it to em)

Leave it in her guts I got her uttering
(Leave it in her)

Promo every week and they discussing it
Give me back the beat I wasn't done with it
(Go!)

Made a promise to my brothers covenant!
That 50 round drum sound like it got a sub in it!
My pockets filled up with the guap like a sub in it!
I'm flexing real hard like I just copped a supplement!
She tryna throw me that... wassup with it?

I just be fresh like a mf mannequin
You was switching up I saw you was pandering
Don't hit me up when I'm up don't you text me or call I'm not answering fuck!
(Blrrrrr!)

Paraplegic, no I don't feel none of these niggas at all (No!)
Post on the block with my motherfuckin brother, just like Hef Gasol (Hef!!)
You turn up then niggas get scared and they start to pray on ya downfall
(It's a million other beats Vonte could of chose bruh)