KILLY, Smiley - Vince Carter Lyrics

She told me her name and I said it then forgot it (yeah, yeah, what?)
Hear the bass hit so hard gave the whip hydraulics (what? Hit)
200MPH in the wind crawler (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt) (yeah)
He thought he lit until the flame got outed (lit, lit)
My gang will never dishonor (yeah)
Stand on the money, I'm taller (yeah, what?)
She do it all for a baller (what?)
I fly through the city, Vince Carter
If he wanna diss he a goner (goner)
I had to double my dollars (yeah)
She gonna come if I call her (yeah, yeah)
Took her off the bench made her starter (hol' up)

Look what I got, walk in the spot (yeah)
Both of my pockets lumped up with knots (yeah, yeah)
I got multiple options lumped up with knots (yeah)
Look what I got, how I been with a lot (me, me)
And I'm back in the mix, turn my back to the opps
Back makin' bread with my friends, my compadres
Who said I fell off? Man, the jokes need to stop
All four of my pockets lumped up with knots
That's a ten piece (ten), that's a ten piece (ten)
Came in with a ten piece, I feel like spendin'
Should I get the Rolls Royce? (Skrrt)
It's pretty temptin' (yeah)
Fuck they left me no choice, they see me glistenin' (glee)
(You don't see the mothafuckin' ice, man? That shit glistenin')
Twist off the top, yeah, I'm pourin' out the drop (drop)
Thinkin' outside the box I still keep my circle small
Make sure my money tall so I keep deadin' all these talk-talk-talk-talks

She told me her name and I said it then forgot it (yeah, yeah)
Hear the bass hit so hard gave the whip hydraulics (hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit)
200MPH in the wind crawler (skrrt-skrrt, yeah, skrrt)
He thought he lit until the flame got outed (lit, lit)
My gang will never dishonor (yeah)
Stand on the money I'm taller (yeah, what?)
She do it all for a baller (what?)
I fly through the city, Vince Carter
If he wanna diss he a goner (goner)
I had to double my dollars (yeah)
She gonna come if I call her (yeah, yeah)
Took her off the bench made her starter (hol' up)

I got them killys like KILLY
In the car I ran up a six seed
Gettin' rich, startin' to feel like I'm 50
Keep a nigga that keep him a ciggy
Not jail, nowhere else for Smiggy
If they get out the mud now they with me
If you broke then you look kind of filthy
I can't lie I was sellin' them quickly
Told the judge I stopped but still me
They ran and got dumped like Ricky
And I know that the feds wanna get me
They just mad that I'm rich and not risky
Go to clubs, already know they don't frisk me
I told Chris better spin like a frisbee
I told gang better spin like a frisbee
I told- better spin like a frisbee
Can't say too much names, do you get me?
They get out the trap, then get in my bag
Then get in a Benz with your biddy
Then get out my feelings, get in the hills
And get on a track, me and KILLY
Me and Zach we goin' to Italy
"Over The Top" just hit hundred milli'
She gon' fuck when I reach in the city
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

She told me her name and I said it then forgot it (yeah, yeah)
Hear the bass hit so hard gave the whip hydraulics (hit, hit, hit, hit, what? Hit, hit)
200MPH in the wind crawler (skrrt-skrrt, yeah, skrrt)
He thought he lit until the flame got outed (lit, lit)
My gang will never dishonor (yeah)
Stand on the money I'm taller (yeah, what?)
She do it all for a baller (what?)
I fly through the city, Vince Carter
If he wanna diss he a goner (goner)
I had to double my dollars (yeah)
She gonna come if I call her (yeah, yeah)
Took her off the bench made her starter (hol' up)