Vito La Bamba - Aint Heard About You Freestyle ft 10 40 Shawty lyrics

Scotty Gang Cocaine sh**, man [Verse 1: Vito La Bamba] b**h I'm a King My life filled with action Gang, gang, gang, gang Work through and dip, po-po's start clappin' So many ratchets, I can't make sh** happen Know I got Glizzy tucked under the hoodie Come through with the shots, b**h call me Billy Not cuffing no hoe, b**h is you silly? [Verse 2: 10 40 Shawty] I just bought a pole and I'm thirsty to try it out Them bullets start squirting and flying out n***as see us and start searching for hideouts When they see us we might murk 'em and hideout (boom) p**y boy, I'll blow your mind out Can't take the shots, take a permanent timeout You just gotta watch, it's my time now Off the same sh** that had k**ed Amy Winehouse (whoa) [Verse 3: Vito La Bamba] Roll up on your a** with the semi I ain't go alone, Scotty Gang rollin' with me Riding through the city, blowin' loud by the fifty Pipes got 20 but I only bagged 50 50 on the dash cause you know this ride a hemi Know she uh go and do the dance for some Remy She in love with the king, put a crown on her titty [Verse 4: 10 40 Shawty] You n***as can't f** with me Money over b**hes cause I can't trust b**hes Ain't it funny how it goes with these 20's and these 50's? Make your woman do these dishes I a**ume, I am first They approve, that's the worst, thing for you Put that n***a a** down like no work day for you It's your birthday, the cool make you whisper, n***a 24/7, tearin off n***a. Don't miss n***a [Verse 5: Vito La Bamba] Came out the cut, can't believe what I'm grippin' David Blane rueger, I ping, you go missin' Leave a f** n***a brain on the dishes (Bop) blood and c**aine on the dishes 10-40 c**aine on the dishes Coke King insane, go insane on you b**hes Y'all can't take the heat, I'm gon stay in the kitchen And b**h I be whippin', this coke I be flippin' [Verse 6: 10-40 Shawty] So pardon my offense, b**h I gotta b**h named Nina you can kiss b**h With a scope, hit a n***a from a distance Make a n***a tuck and roll like a gymnast I'm in the kitchen, on the stove like a chemist I load the chopper, let it unload 'til it finish I know some b**hes s** the soul out a menace I know some n***as sold they soul for them Benzes [Verse 7: Vito La Bamba] They gon k** me? That'll never happen Keep an automatic, catch his a** in traffic Bullets touch his back That n***a turned around, my n***as knocked him out Forget the 1 on 1's, we play with army guns Bullets block the sun, big revolver sh** I co*k back with a, force that'll tear you apart Them bullets hit they mark Put your a** in the dark [Bridge: Vito La Bamba] Sleep dis on Scotty, boy I'm on your top Set him up with thots Waiting at your door, with Berettas co*ked They gon k** a king? Must be smokin' rocks b**h I got juice. No I'm not Pac Talk to Scotty? You can find me at the spot I'm in these streets and I'm lookin for Ops See a Op, I'ma blow his top (bop bop bop bop) [Verse 8: 10 40 Shawty] f** n***a can't score up on the benches 33 and got me feeling like I'm Pippen Catch a body like I caught somebody slippin' Get it? Like I caught somebody slippin' n***as see me like they saw somebody different Broke bodies don't get boughtup to existence Told Scotty I don't need no co-existence Cause I body everybody like there's no competition Now say this sh** isn't scary When you know a n***a coming, tryna get you buried See I got a premonition, visionary Put my dick up in your mouth, call it dictionary I'll run up in your house, come out the b**h with Mary I been playing cat and mouse, but this ain't Tom and Jerry How the f** did you not know that I was automatic f** around a throw my bows up, make this Armageddon [Hook: Vito La Bamba] And we ain't heard nothing bout you These n***as is rappers, these n***as ain't savage We'll send shots at you X2