Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vlad TV, artist - 2 Chainz.
Date of issue: 03.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Vlad TV |
I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself |
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
That a dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Dirty kitchens, thirty six, residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions |
Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business |
Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens |
Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon, bitch, I’m different |
If they ask you 'bout me, tell em that’s just stove talk, I’m realistic |
Big shit, you think he really got enough money to lay on? |
(No) |
Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run |
Bobby Flay on niggas |
I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay on |
They wanna dim my light but that shit stay on, tell that nigga play on |
Tell my young boy, hop out turn that AK on |
Feel like you got hit by Julius |
Say are they like God, you on your way and I’m like on my way? |
You ever had so many you can’t weigh 'em? |
Don’t even say none |
I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself |
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
I watched my cause drop out of USF to be like BMF |
Set up a kitchen set in Grandma basement and started whippin' wet |
Granny askin', «What's that smell?» |
It’s soap, I been on CBS |
Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX |
Rough ridin', tellin' lies, they feenin' for a kiss of death |
A brick ain’t gon' grow legs and arms and learn how to sell itself |
A pack ain’t gon' go book a flight and learn how to mail itself |
So what the fuck you niggas gon' do to get this shit off the shelf? |
Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones |
Sixteen in each one, if you sell eight for five, that’s eight above |
If weed don’t work, it’s always blow, Percs and Xans if they don’t smoke |
Heroin broke down to O’s, the code word is HBO |
Niggas watch some power move a little powder and think they ghost, nigga |
I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself |
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot |
Arm and Hammer, no knock warren then mug shot |
I’ma get out the next morning, bond put up |
Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda |
Yeah, the Jays take a hit Zab Judah |
Spin the protools, left residue on the computer |
I 'member whippin' in the microwave was futuristic |
Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it |
Yeah, the fiends were my Onlyfans |
My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag |
The .44 bulldog Georgetown hoya fan |
The Draco a sign a nigga like an autograph |
I stash trees by my balls like ornaments |
Let 'em know I’m 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament |
They givin' away a gold fork for the winner |
Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender |
I was standing on the block playing center |
I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself |
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope don’t ain’t gon' sell |
itself |
That a dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain’t gon' sell itself |
Coming from the block we from, nigga, dope ain’t gon' sell itself |