VigiLanties lyrics

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
Bro caught a opp, swish, basket
Spin a opp block 'cause them boys, they be cappin'
Just put a beam on the Glock, we gon' catch him, yeah
Big Shawn Wick 'bout to drop in a liter
Before money back, I was sippin' Wockeisha
Smokin' on G, I'm gettin' mouth just from a eater
She don't get the drank, then you know I gotta leave her
Grinchin' real hard, made them [b*tches believe it?]
That ain't no Runtz, you got hit with Sativa
Streets gettin' cold, so I keep me a heater
Big Shawn Wick sellin' pounds in the Beamer
Two twin Glocks in the back of the Kia
Tap from the back 'cause that b*tch, she a—
Tap from the back 'cause that b*tch, she a creamer

[Verse 1: Shawny Binladen]
Whippin' the work, now I look like [?]
Spin the opp block so I feel Katrina
Twin got pints, yeah, my n*ggas with liters
Cup so dirty but the fit out the cleaners (Yeah)

[Bridge: Shawny Binladen]
Bro caught a opp, swish, basket
Spin a opp block 'cause them boys, they be cappin'
Just put a beam on the Glock, we gon' catch him, yeah (Uh)
Big Shawn Wick 'bout to drop in a liter
Before money back, I was sippin' Wockeisha
Smokin' on G, I'm gettin' mouth just from a eater
[Interlude: Shawny Binladen]
Yeah, uh
Uh, uh

[Verse 2: Pi-zzo P]
The opps on my body, I ride with a Glocky
Hit him up with Smith, now he lookin' [?]
That boy lookin' nauseous, my n*ggas move tact'
Real cautious, need me a weapon, can't go out like Ricky
Movin' the pack, tryna build up my hundreds and fifties
Buildin' my legacy, gotta just hit me a milli'
[?], got me feelin' [?]
My body different, these n*ggas can't feel me
My shooters in the spot, don't make 'em get to clickin'
[?] on blast, it don't matter 'cause religion
Don't pull up to the spot when we spin it
My n*ggas is demons, we really from the trenches
I'm smokin' on pressure, you smokin' on gas
Three grams in my paper, nothin' less
You talkin' [?], we don't see them checks
I came from a place, they ain't want you to see the best
Now they see I'm the best (You know I'm the best)
I'ma just let the story tell it
Young n*gga never fail (Uh, uh, uh)

[Chorus: Shawny Binladen]
Bro caught a opp, swish, basket
Spin a opp block 'cause them boys, they be cappin'
Just put a beam on the Glock, we gon' catch him, yeah
Big Shawn Wick 'bout to drop in a liter
Before money back, I was sippin' Wockeisha
Smokin' on G, I'm gettin' mouth just from a eater
She don't get the drank, then you know I gotta leave her
Grinchin' real hard, made them [b*tches believe it?]
That ain't no Runtz, you got hit with Sativa
Streets gettin' cold, so I keep me a heater
Big Shawn Wick sellin' pounds in the Beamer
Two twin Glocks in the back of the Kia
Tap from the back 'cause that b*tch, she a—
Tap from the back 'cause that b*tch, she a creamer