Vice Versa lyrics

[Intro]
I just wanna ball like-
Al Geno on the track

[Chorus: Quando Rondo & NoCap]
I'm tryna f*ck on La La Anthony, ball like Carmelo
I mix the codeine up with cranberry and Mellow Yellow
Elevator built inside the crib but I still run with steppers
I had to get out momma crib and get my sh*t together
Took it, I ain't have a shot
Why the f*ck you got your hand out
I feel like half of me still living' and I'm what the streets missin'
Ay, but I'm missing the streets too
That sh*t vise versa

[Verse]
They say the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's why I don't find sh*t funny
n*gga I'm the lines of the pavement
Some think I belong behind cages
I'm thе GOAT, I'm tryna kill informants
Sit in that cut just like so Neosporin
Peroxidе too
f*ck them n*ggas ridin' with you, they gone die too
We stuck in the box like grits
I won't never plead guilty, I won't tell you what I did
f*ck the judge and the D.A., I hope all them b*tches hear it
f*ck the jury, hope all 12 of 'em hear this
[Verse]
Ay, and you ain't gotta go platinum for you to make this hit list
I done ran through all the toilet paper, on these n*ggas I'm sh*ttin'
My momma couldn't afford the cable so I chose to hit licks
I broke inside the neighbors house for some plastic utensils
Momma say its only rice (and greens), I asks what's on the menu
I could do the race like I'm Tay-K, swerve onside my rearview
I flooded out my Cartiers but still dont got a clear view
My youngin' asking for a raise, say slinging iron a cripple
I got ahead of 7 charge that come from popping Xannies
I never met T.I. before, hunnid guns in the mansion
Strapped with my Glock, no G.I. Joe, don't try to touch my necklace
Picture the gang, before we post it, we stepping in Skechers
I prolly gave a PlanB to damn near all my exes
I bought the b*tch a 4for4 then f*cked her in the Tesla
I might just go and plant a seed in my lil' hoe from Texas
If I go broke, it's guaranteed we at your door with weapons

[Chorus: Quando Rondo & NoCap]
I'm tryna f*ck on La La Anthony, ball like Carmelo
I mix the codeine up with cranberry and Mellow Yellow
Elevator built inside the crib but I still run with steppers
I had to get out momma crib and get my sh*t together
Took it, I ain't have a shot
Why the f*ck you got your hand out
I feel like half of me still living' and I'm what the streets missin'
Ay, but I'm missing the streets too
That sh*t vise versa