Vlad TV (feat. Stove God Cooks, Symba & Major Myjah)

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

(Oh, na-na-na-na)

That the dope ain't gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself (oh)

Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

Dirty kitchens, thirty-sixes (woo)

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 was Richard Nixon, bitch, I'm different

If they ask you 'bout me, tell 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big chat)

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 (Bobby Flay on niggas)

I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay on (woo)

They wanna dim my light, but that shit stay on

Tell that nigga play on

Tell my young boy, hop out, turn that AK-K on (grrrt, bah-bah-bah)

Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar

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

Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

(Oh, na-na-na-na)

I watched my cuh 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 (zones)

16 in each one, if you sell eight for five, that's eight above

If weed don't work, it's always blow, Percs and Xanns 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

(Okay, I'ma pop my shit)

Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

(09 Southside Riverdale Road, Tony)

Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot

Arm and Hammer, no-knock warrant, then a mugshot

I'ma get out the next mornin', bond put up (put up)

Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda (move)

Uh, yeah, the Jays take hit Zab Judah

Spin the protools, left residue on the computer (left it)

I 'member whippin' in the microwave, was futuristic (it was)

Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it (true)

Yeah, the fiends were my only fans (mm)

My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag (true, true)

The .44 bulldog Georgetown hoya fan (boom)

The Draco a sign a nigga like an autograph (grrt)

I stash trees by my balls like ornaments

Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament (I'ma win)

They givin' away a gold fork for the winner (skkrt)

Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender (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 ain't gon' sell itself

(Oh, na-na-na-na)

That the dope ain't gon' sell itself

Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself (oh)

Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself

(Oh, na-na-na-na)