Yhung T.O.
Vietnam Don
[Verse]
Uh, heard these n***as talkin' ’bout I fell off
I just checked the safe, and I'm still well off
Watch who you slidin' with ’cause he'll write a tell off
It hurt talkin' to my n***a through a jail call
I ain't never feared no n***a I was up against
When I ran into your bitch, she gave me compliments
I trust my brother with that stick 'cause he be droppin' shit
Don't think you safe 'cause you cliqued up with the opposite
Every n***a with me down to shoot some’
Throw that ass back, baby, move some’
Still ain't got no get back, n***a, do some’
Hmph, n***a, prove some'
Ain't postin' shit on Insta’, busy paper chasin'
Need congratulations how we made his brother famous
I need way less conversation and more extra payments
She say, "Why you got two Glocks?" 'Cause I stay extra dangerous
Need the old streets back, fuck this new shit
Now everybody rap, I laid the blueprint
You ain't never made no dollars, keep your two cents
She know I'm a thug, I took a few trips
She know I be everywhere the cash at
Told her I need cash, but please don't Cash App
Them n***as you look up to who we laugh at
At first, I felt betrayed, now I'm past that
Pro with that semi, I do extra with it
You ain't gotta ask who did it 'cause they know we winnin'
Shed a tear for my n***as, I hate reminiscin'
Told her, "I'm a street prophet," so she know I'm gifted
She fell in love with a real thug
If he won't bust for you, that ain't real love
Pray to God he introduce me to a real plug
Make sure you get up close, so he won't heal up