paroles de chanson Synder Cut - VloneOmie

If your life's a movie, then mine's the Synder Cut
Broski ups the choppa, it's gon' hit you like an uppercut
One shot, headshot, dead opp, hit his guts
Leave him just like Kakyoin, body like a donut
I don't care what I'm selling, bitch I'm taxing
Too busy climbing to the top to start relaxing
Shoot it all in one take, lights camera action
Your hubby's in my blunt, had to chop him down like fractions
You niggas slipping off off, my flow has the traction
You keep on dissing me, but you won't get a reaction
One bad day, my bros, they get to subtraction
Broke bitches, they just love my benefaction
So you know I had to dead the interaction
Money is the motive, that's my only satisfaction
Whole gang rocking Vlone, we a fashion faction
Swerving in and out the lanes but we ain't get to crashing

All my bros tag team thotties
Hang at the top rope, we look like the Hardy's
Feel like I'm Charzard, I flow like a dragon
They all in my comments, they reaching, they draggin'
20 years old but your girl 17, man that's tragic
New J's on my feet now my jumper is magic
You niggas should know who it is when I'm rapping
Switching the flow when it's time to start spazzing

I never do this for clout
I just do it for state
Bitch I wanna be great
I might jump off a roof
And I might break a tooth
Tell my niggas salute, I just tested my fate

You better
Hit it
Hit it
Get it
Get it
Wet em
Spread it

There aint no beef better dead it
Baby you know im a menace
15 to love we aint playing no tennis
Points on the board, better get it

Hit it
Hit it
Get it
Get it
Wet em
Spread it

There aint no beef better dead it
Baby you know im a menace
15 to love we aint playing no tennis
Points on the board, better get it
(Spread it!)
(Get it!)

Bro a director, we ain't shoot a movie
New pack in my lungs, now I'm feeling so groovy
Your baby mama wanna do me
Your ex nigga wanna shoot me
Can't talk to the fakes, so I'm staying on mute
Hit that boy for the stain, had to stock up on loot
Feel like Tony Stark, that iron on my suit
We don't drive, it's a walk down, I stay in pursuit

Your shordy blows me like a motherfuckin' flute
All that nut on her face and she still looking cute
Beat down her pussy, she call me a brute
Told me my cum just be tasting like fruit
Look at your life from all angles, that shit is obtuse
Yes I got the sauce, yes I got the juice
If she's acting too needy gotta cut em loose
Better stay on your side cuz there won't be a truce
Done talked on the net, now you have no excuse
Stay on your side 'cuz there won't be a truce
I said stay on your side, cuz there won't be a truce

Vlone, that's Omie
Yea, you already know me
I'm ya bitch favourite nigga
I'm ya man's favourite homie
Shoot 60 shots like I'm Kobe
Had a .38 on me
I tell no lies, ain't a phony

Vlone, that's Omie
Yea, you already know me
I'm ya bitch favourite nigga
I'm ya man's favourite homie
Shoot 60 shots like I'm Kobe
Had a .38 on me
I tell no lies, ain't a phony

If your life's a movie, then mine's the Synder Cut
Broski ups the choppa, it's gon' hit you like an uppercut
One shot, headshot, dead opp, hit his guts
Leave him just like Kakyoin, body like a donut
I don't care what I'm selling, bitch I'm taxing
Too busy climbing to the top to start relaxing
Shoot it all in one take, lights camera action
Your hubby's in my blunt, had to chop him down like fractions
(Let's get it!)