Everything

(Brooklyn)
You know I love a young hitta wit a plan
All his pieces hitting like i'm dealing with a scammer

On his side like a holster but he keep me by the hand
Any sticky situation he know Brooky ain't gone jam

You know that's my lil gangster
Ride or die jus like Vae said

And the kitty got him gone like a base head
See I ain't gotta lie about this one

If it come down to i'll slide bout this one

Everywhere we go
You know we stand out

New views this a different type of lamb chop
Aye y'all wonder why I never post my man now

Cuz we know bitches thirsty and be fanned out
Check the wrist
All these diamonds dirty dancing
They doin the jit

Everything that I put on be really the shit
Shit i could take a shit & you hoes a be pissed

(Vae Vanilla)

My baby what up doe

He got u like that?

Oh You ain't playing bout that man

My man hardbody not the soft type
Either moving beans, lean, or that all white

Watchin on they phone screens
Got these hoes tight

Cus we getting to that green like a go light

Damn right
We show up
And we show out

White buffs matching
Wit my French tip toes out

Matching
Monclizzy coats
When it's cold out

See him
You gone see me
Hoe that's no doubt

I'm talking years down the line
still gone be mine
Ain't no once upon a time

if we part ways
Imma stay on his mind

Addicted to my vibe
And he love the way I wind

Like ou ah

When I pop it

I like it
He love it

When it drop
He gone cop it

If this yo kitty
Them my pockets

Fucking with the baddest in the city
Got him cocky

For real
Vanilla visas