Free Vea lyrics

[Intro]
(Henry, you ate this one)
(Cxshmxde)
They ready?
You know I be askin' 'cause I don't be wanna just take off (Medusa got that pressure)
b*tch, I'ma give you a fair fight, let's do it, ha
What? What?
n*gga, Top, b*tch
What? What? Ayy
Straight out the top of the coupe
Ayy, we be on that smack-a-n*gga sh*t all day (What it is? Brrt, Bah, bah)
You heard me? Northside 38 (Baow, ayy, y'all be the, ayy)
4KTrey, pus*y-ass (Big Tunechi, big Tunechi, look, look, look, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Who the f*ck you plannin' spinnin' on? b*tch, I'm a boss and I get off
Me and my youngin walk you down, I don't wan' talk, let's bang it out
I'm paid to pop that sh*t on songs, my gangster b*tch who found his home
My gangster b*tch drove Pistol P when he was bangin' with that chrome
n*gga, uh-huh, what you said?
Bombs overhead, n*gga, go brrt, havе Vultures at your head
Cutters whеn we move, cutters in the trunk, n*gga, cutters by the bed
n*gga take a rifle and they snipe 'em, get it through his head
Gangster, how we f*ckin' play it
Ayy, we be thuggin' bad, the police wan' come raid somethin'
Ayy, opps know we cut up bad, get on they ass and stain somethin'
[Chorus]
Glocks, Carbons, FNs, and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wesson .40s, n*gga, and we got XDs

[Verse 2]
Out the window, I'm gon' squeeze this rapidly with this machine
All-black Jeedy-Weedies, we in the streets, tryna pin somethin' to the scene
On the curb, we swerve and rock out, I tell Trell, "Fly to me"
f*ck a n*gga, I ain't never worried, I live my life like c'est la vie
With this TEC, I plan to kill
n*gga, stop the whip, we can get on feet
The stock on flip, hangin' on your waist
Lil Top in here, I'ma make sh*t bleed
Come off the hip, take off his face
Another smacked 'em, youngins trill
I been playin' 'em all close, I want 'em killed, f*ck 'em
I been plannin' all year, I want 'em drilled, f*ck 'em
n*gga, bring your ass in here, you know we clutchin'
What we got?

[Chorus]
Glocks, Carbons, FNs, and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wesson .40s, n*gga, and we got XDs

[Verse 3]
n*gga, what the business is? (Ayy) Who the witness is?
I'll get you f*cked good by a thot and get your stupid ass killed, boy
Press who? We packin' steel, boy, control the gutter with these cutters
Free my motherf*ckin' Vulture, thug, I love you (Brr)
[Outro]
What we got?
Choppers, Glocks, and Carbon 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks, and Carbon 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks, and Carbon 15s, we got 'em
Choppers, Glocks, and Carbon 15s, n*gga, yeah
(Henry, you ate this one)