Vado - Excuse Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Gunplay] sh** ain't gravy, sh** ain't wavy Not even close, to copacetic maybe Dade County dog, little runt with the rabies Call D-C-F, we drowning these babies Cuba, Haiti, Voodoo, ladies Diamonds, rubies, you be, hating Feel my talents, now you see how my style is Brutal, malice, the foulest Gunplay, real name ratchet Moralis A n***a trigger-finger catching a callus I go [*snarl/growl*] to all the cats in the alley Stepping on these rats in my Baileys With bats in the Caddy He already not looking shabby; go for the gold Retriever, labby, torch, G to K, B-X, ain't it? Triple C, leave your G-S, painted [Hook: Gunplay] Bogota, Medellin, both on the way here And when they drop, you know they gon' stay here Machines, machetes, Maybach, mayhem Excuse me motherf**er, ehem! [Verse 2: Vado] Ball all day, never sit on the benches b**hes want attention and n***as wanna be mentioned Two-four-five is what a n***a benching Ain't a scope, hit his henchman Grab a rope, get the lynchin' I'm handin' rappers suspensions School of hard knocks, I come from a hard block We're pumping them hard rocks I'm in the drop, one bu*ton away from a hard top I'm playing the park lot, away when the narcs watch Sitting on wild 'ye, foul play, is why I stay on my toes like ballet No cars, but hand more keys than valet Get robbed, they hand me the keys the way you down stay If I play the bar, the Cris pours Kick saw, deal in the cars with slick talk Sick boy, I go hard, I spit raw Far as broads, I threw more lobs than Chris Paul [Hook: Gunplay] Bogota, Medellin, both on the way here And when they drop, you know they gon' stay here Machines, machetes, Maybach, mayhem Excuse me motherf**er, ehem! [Verse 3: Uncle Murda] Trust who? I don't know who to trust I got my hammer out, I don't know who to bust My V-V-S diamonds got them hating on me Stick up kids outside the club, they waiting on me I hit them up, now they waiting on the paramedics Them n***as needed to get shot, like a diabetic Puerto Rican girls, in my hotel room I let my man f** 'em, he going to jail soon He got a threesome before he did his one-to-three I almost walked in the court room with my gun on me A n***a stay strapped, almost forgot I had it A n***a still banging, almost forgot I'm rapping Shut the club down, poured a hundred bottles I was murder team, I'm uncle Luciano You know, big talk, boss sh** When I do it, I do it big, horsesh** [Hook: Gunplay] Bogota, Medellin, both on the way here And when they drop, you know they gon' stay here Machines, machetes, Maybach, mayhem Excuse me motherf**er, ehem! [Verse 4: Sauce Money] All I need is one square to function And a connect that will meet me at the junction n***as talking reckless for nothing But as long as it's behind my back I'm cool with n***as fronting Cops on the street is like watching T-V Lay back in the cut and watch 'em, easy They say real G's move in silence So in order to get it, I just had to be me Any plug comes with P-C Me first, me second, me three They say you ain't a money n***a Till your whip is a year ahead and your chick is out in D-C But my Philly thing is imperial That thing out in Virginia's wife material My California love is so serial My Indianapolis thing is so motor vehicle [Hook: Gunplay] Bogota, Medellin, both on the way here And when they drop, you know they gon' stay here Machines, machetes, Maybach, mayhem Excuse me motherf**er, ehem!