Produced by Project

(Lyrics)

Told that girl just how I feel 
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Having these scales like the fuckin’ cartel
Walk in that bank with the stealth 
Totaled the cat, drove it straight outta hell
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on
That boy a peasant, he told on himself
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

This beat so groovy like Topside’s 
Middle fingers to the other side
If I sign, then I hope that my brother sign
If I die, then I’m hoping my brother live
You can have this shit, I’m on some other shit 
Used to be sad that I wasn’t like them other kids
They ain’t peep I was great but my mother did
Oh they want see me broke? Fuck ‘em then 
Caught a play like that bitch was a pigskin 
Still an African goat like I’m Wizkid 
Man, I think that these niggas been drinking
Cuff a thot, nigga, what was you thinking?
Swag on the shelf, and the belt it got sequins
Before I get to that grave, hope they knowing my name
Sign to the Wav, you can get you a chain, know a few good flips put you back in the game, like 

Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Hold on, he can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Designer here, designer there, man this shit right on the shelf
All this shit came through the mail 

I wish I could, I can’t help it
Hoe like the pack, I’m tryn smell
Hold on
Told that girl just how I feel
Told that girl just how I felt
Big ass Dutch, take a puff and you shell
Eat that bitch up and you melt
Swag on the shelf and the belt, don’t need help
Shots going off and it smell like you weldin’ 

Boy, you not poppin’ that Glock, but you held it
Broke the eleventh, was up on the twelfth 
Walk in and walk out that bank with the stealth
He can’t even come to swag school, he expelled
Hold on,
Cut up on 485 like a chef
Homicide here, homicide there, man this the city of death
Boy I’m workin’ that check, this ain’t theft

Vadova - Twelfth

Produced by Malachi

[Lyrics]

(Malachi, you killed this one)

Get that cash, don’t care who you are
When you on your last, would your niggas let you borrow 
Driving fast, bitch I’m cutting up in any car 
Duckin Fanz, he duck opps to make it to tomorrow 
Stand a chance with these bitches off the story heart
No advance, bitch I can’t buy you no Audemars
What’s in my pants, my lil nerf came with like thirty darts
Fuck joining frats, hang with trappers who be serving hard

Damn 
I think I geek, way more than the fucking bar
I’m savoring every moment with your broad
Damn 
This bitch arguing, with me like she passed the bar
Fuck a following, your favorite rapper think I’m hard
Damn, scoop her, took her to the southside cus she think she posh 
Damn, she gon use me as a rebound and I’m like Chris Bosh now
Damn, met a new hoe in a new lo and I like her vibe now
Better tell me if it’s smoke because I’m having za now

Yeah
What 
Yea yeah
What
Yeah
What 
Ok
Ok

I got banned from their lil’ block but, hoe, I’m coming back 
I got bread for my believers and I promise that
Damn, had some loyal hoes who took that drive to Charlotte, man
Can’t hit that road no more, just meet me up in Charlotte man
Damn 
If I blow before I bag this hoe, I’m fuckin fans
Damn, thats your baddest hoe, but you know she made me ran 
Damn, I got fancy clothes, your BD don’t have these pants
Hoe, I got gatty soles, leaving prints up in the sand
Don’t get physical with me I’m a little man
I got fifty whole niggas that’s gone make you scram
First I hit the road, then the balcony with Talibans
Just like Benjicold, my plug having them percs out the ass
I need plenty more, I keep making a way with these raps
Facing that flavorful gas
Face it, I’m taking that cash
I got plenty goals, can’t relax, so I’m chasing them fast 
Facing way more than the facts
Stand in my way and it’s wraps

Get that cash, don’t care who you are
When you on your last, would your niggas let you borrow 
Driving fast, bitch I’m cutting up in any car 
Duckin Fanz, he duck opps to make it to tomorrow 
Stand a chance with these bitches off the story heart
No advance, bitch I can’t buy you no Audemars
What’s in my pants, my lil nerf came with like thirty darts
Fuck joining frats, hang with trappers who be serving hard

(This is a Wav exclusive, ha)

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